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Hello! I'm attempting to make a list of every chief deity of every religion ever! I posted the old version of this list about a month ago and got some VERY valuable feedback & criticism. I have updated the list, and even put it in alphabetical order!
If you have any thoughts, feedback, and most important, if I missed a Pantheon, please let me know!
'Amm- South Arabian
'El- Canaanite
Ababinili- Chickasaw
Abassi- Efik, Anaang, Ibibio (Technically a Creator ‘Spirit’)
Abgal- North Arabian
Achamán- Guanche
Adroa- Lugbara
Aernus- Celtic Celtiberian
Ahone- Powhatan
Ahsonnutli- Navajo
Ahura Mazda- Persian/ Zoroastrianism
Akba Atatdia- Crow
Aleut- Agudar
Amaterasu- Shinto
Amma- Dogon
Amun- Egyptian/ Berber
An- Sumerian
Andraste- Celtic Iceni
Ankou- Celtic Breton & Celtic Cornish & Celtic Norman (Though not identified as a ‘Chief Deity’ he is the most powerful one I could find relating to Celtic Breton & Celtic Cornish beliefs as they do not have any information on a chief deity available from what I could find.)
Anulap- Micronesian
Aramazd- Armenian
Arebati- Efé
Armazi- Georgian
Aten- Atenism
Atíʼas Tirawa- Pawnee
Ayanat Caddi- Caddo
Baiame- Aboriginal Australians
Bandua- Lusitanian/ Iberian Celtic
Bathala- Kapampangan
Bendis- Thracian
Bondye- Voodoo
Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva, Mahadevi, Indra- Hinduism (Hinduism has many high ranking deities so I have chosen to list the most prominent and important in terms of creation.)
Breathmaker- Seminole
Bu Luotuo- Zhuang & Moism
Buddha- Chinese Buddhism, Tibetan (Buddha himself is a man, not a deity, and has never presented himself as such. However in certain branches of Buddhism they have deified him. Buddha being deified does not reflect all branches of Buddhism.)
Buga- Evenki
Bulon La Mogoaw & Kadaw La Sambad- T’Boli
Cailleach- Celtic Gaelic
Chebbeniathan- Arapaho
Chiminigagua- Muisca
Chiuta- Tumbukam
Chukwu- Igbo
Coyote- Various Tribes
Curicaueri- Purépechan
Cybele- Phrygian
Dagan- Amorite
Dal- Vainakh
Degei- Fijan
Deipaturos- Tymphaean
Dievas- Lithuanian
Dushara- Nabataean
Dyēus- Messapian, Illyrian
Earthmaker- Ho-Chunk
En- Komi
Enkai- Maasai
Enlil and Ninlil- Mesopotamian Early Dynastic Period
Esa- Shoshone, Bannock, Northern Paiute
Eschetewuarha- Chamacoco
First Creator- Hidatsa, Mandan
Flying Spaghetti Monster - Pastafarian
Gici Niwaskw- Abenaki, Penobscot, Maliseet, Passamaquoddy
Great Spirit- Various Tribes (Known as ‘Gitchi Manitou’ in Algonquin-speaking tribes.)
Gudatrigakwitl- Wiyot
Hahgwehdiyu- Iroquois
Hammon- Carthaginian
Hayyi Rabbi- Mandaeism
Hesaketvmese- Creek
Huiracocha- Bolivian
Huitzilopochtli- Aztec
Hyang- Indonesia
Ikujuri- Apalai, Wayana
Ilaba- Mesopotamian Akkadian Empire
Inyan- Lakota
Io Matua Kore- Māori
Ioskeha- Wyandot
Isten- Hungarian
Itzamná- Mayan
Ixtcibenihehat- Gros Ventre
Jamul- Achumawi
Jupiter- Roman/ Samnite
Kabunyan- Igorot
Kalumba- Luba
Kame & Keri- Bakairi
Kan-Laon- Hiligaynon
Kanda-koro-kamuy- Ainu
Katonda- Baganda
Khonvoum- Mbuti
Māna-Yood-Sushāī- Pegāna
Kisulkw- Micmac
Kangalogba- Pokot and Suk
Kitanitowit- Lenape, Wampanoag, Narragansett
Kopé Tiatie Cac- Serer
Kumarbi- Hurrian
Kururumany- Arawak, Warao
Kwahn- Atsugewi, Miwok
Kāne- Hawaiian
La Filonzana- Sardinian
Llŷr- Celtic Welsh
Lugh- Celtic Gauls
Magbabayà- Lumad
Maheo- Cheyenne
Makemake- Rapa Nui
Makunaima- Akawaio, Pemon, Macusi, Carib
Man'una- Ho-Chunk
Marduk- Babylonian
Mari- Kugu Jumo/ Basque
Mawu & Lisa - Dahomean, Benin, Ewe
Melqart -Phoenician
Monad- Gnosticism
Mopó & Ikujuri- Apalai
Mukat- Cahuilla & Cupeno
Mula Jadi Na Bolon- Batak
Mwari- Shona
Nabû- Neo-Babylonian
Nanna and Ningal- Neo-Sumerian Renaissance Mesopotamian Ur
Ngai- Kamba, Meru, Kikuyu
Ngenechen- Mapuche
Nyambe- Bantu
Nyankapon-Nyame-Odomankoma- Akan
Odin- Norse, Anglo-Saxon Paganism, Germanic, Dutch
Olorun- Yoruban
Oš Kugu Jumo- Mari
Parsapen- Gondi
Perun- Slavic
Qamata- Xhosa
Radien-attje- Sámi
Sang-Je- Korean
Shangdi- Chinese
Sidaba Mapu- Meitei
Tabiti- Scythian
Tagaloa- Samoan
Tawa- Hopi
Ta’aroa- Tahitian
The Dagda- Celtic Irish
The Heavenly Llama- Aymara
The Jade Emperor- Daoism
Theshkhue- Circassian
Tharapita- Estonian
Tengri- Tengrism
Teššub- Hittite
Unetlanvhi- Cherokee
Unkulunkulu- Zulu
Torngarsuk- Inuit
Tupã- Guarani
Viracocha- Incan
Xucau- Ossetian
Yahweh- Abrahamic
Yer Shau- Hmong
Zeus- Greek
Ziparwa- Palaic
Zojz- Albanian
Ông Trời- Vietnamese
ǀKaggen- San
Ḫaldi & Shivini & Theispas- Urartu
Napi- Blackfoot
Napirisha- Elamite
Ngewo- Mende
Nishanu- Arikara
Wadd- Minaean
Nitosi- Dene
Noncomala- Ngäbe
Freyr- Ingvaeones
Num-Torum- Ob-Ugrian
Nzambi a Mpungu- Bakongo
Occopirmus- Prussian
Orenda- Iroquois, Huron
Otshirvani- Various Mongolian Tribes of Siberia
Creator Waterbird (Either a Goose, a red-throated loon, or black-throated loon)- Finno-Ugric
Qat- Melanesian
Raven- Haida
Raweno- Mohawk, Huron
Sanghyang Widhi Wasa - Balinese Hinduism
Saya- Beaver
Sibú- Talamancan
Sipa- Cocopa
Sabazios- Celtic Galatian
Tamosi- Caribs
Temáukel- Selk'Nam
Thagyamin- Burmese
The Anjana- Celtic Cantabrian (More a classification of certain deities, less a single deity.)
Tijuiném- Chaná
Toutatis- Celtic Roman Britain
Ukko & Akka- Finnish
Ussen- Chiricahua Apache
Utakke- Carrier
Ülgen- Turkic
Voltumna- Etruscan
Waaq- Cushitic
Waheguru- Sikhism
Wakan Tanka- Lakota, Dakota
Wakonda- Omaha, Ponca, Osage
Yehl- Tlingit (Not Head Deity, but the creator.)
Yog-Sothoth- Lovecraftian (Though Not A ‘Chief’ Deity It Is The Strongest)
Zalmoxis- Getae
Zanahary- Malagasy
Zapotec- Coquihani

From Fazl Allah Subhi, Abdu'l-Baha's secretary:
Baha had a house in Akka where his first wife, known as Asiyyih Khanum, the mother of Abdul-Baha and Bahiyyih Khanum, resided. Baha used to visit that house once or twice a week. However, where he spent most of his time was in the Mansion of Bahji. The lady of the mansion was Fatimih Khanum, who was the mother of Mahd-i Ulya and the grandmother of Ghusn-i Akbar [Muhammad Ali], Samadiyyih Khanum, Mirza Ziya'u'llah, and Mirza Badi'u'llah. He also had a house in front of the Mansion of Bahji, where the third wife, Gawhar Khanum Kashi, a relative of ours, resided along with a daughter of Baha named Furughiyyih Khanum. Apart from these three wives, there was a beautiful girl named Jamaliyyih who was the concubine of the court [kaniz-i pishgah] and an attendant at the threshold [amadih-yi dar gah].
Baha distributed the tasks as follows: Abdul-Baha was responsible for receiving and entertaining the dignitaries of the city, reporting news, and attending to people in the outer room of the office. Ghusn-e Akbar, on the other hand, dealt with internal affairs, received reports from the Baha'is, and wrote letters to various individuals.
Mirza Aqa jan Kashi, who was called Khadim Allah [servant of God] and Abd Hadir Lada al-Arsh (a servant present before the throne of God), wrote revelation, claiming to be the messenger of God and the recipient of fresh revelations.
We have drifted away from the topic. I wanted to say that the plurality of wives brings tension among the children, not only in Iran but perhaps in other countries where the head of the household had multiple wives. During the time of Baha, a woman who exerted her influence over everyone and was most beloved was Mahd-i Ulya, who, besides being Baha’s wife, had a close kinship with him. Baha'u'llah spent most of his time with her and her children, which made everyone envy her, harboring hidden grudges against her until the day they could reveal them openly.
Baha had given orders to prevent enmity among the children. One of these commands was that Ruha Khanum, the daughter of Abdu'l-Baha, should be betrothed to the son of Ghusn-i Akbar [Muhammad Ali], Mírza Shu'a'u'llah. They became engaged, but Lady Munírih, the wife of Abdu'l-Baha, did not allow this union to materialize.
Baha'i writers, who have been prolific in their reports and often embellished the events, have written things about Lady Munírih, the wife of Abdu'l-Baha, which I have found, upon examination, to be futile and inaccurate. They say that Lady Munírih, who was related to one of the prominent leaders of the Baha'i Faith, was overwhelmed with the desire to meet Baha. They claim that she came to Akka with her brother Sayyid Yahya, and before reaching Akka, Baha had conversations with the mother of Abdu'l-Baha about her, suggesting that such an exceptional girl who was to come here should be given in marriage to her son. They also say that Lady Munírih, during those days when she was departing for Akka, had a dream one night in which a string of precious pearls was around her neck and a table was set before her. Suddenly, amidst those pearls, she noticed a branch with an exceedingly bright gem that outshone the other pearls, and she was so amazed by them that she woke up from her dream.
I do not now if these events were discovered or fabricated, but I am transcribing a letter for you in Baha's handwriting for your own judgment. Here is that letter:
"He is God, exalted be He!
The servant in attendance [Mirza Aqa Jan] suddenly took this particular tablet to deliver to the travelers, which is why there is no one named at the beginning of the tablet. As for the latest news, we entered the house of Kalim on Friday night unexpectedly and intended to return on Saturday night. Aqa Mirza Muhammad Quli asked us to stay, which was accepted. Now it is Saturday morning and this letter is being written in his house. Your presence is greatly missed. O Navvab! The climate of Haifa, as mentioned, did not grant any benefits. We beseech God to grant you success, protect you, and support you. O Samadiyyih leaf! This Isfahani woman, meaning Munirih, has forgotten your covenant and clung to the Greatest Branch like the tick of Edirne, paying no attention to you. However, as promised, I will send her. O Zia’u’llah! Present your petition to Badi'ullah and his secretary. Rest and abide beneath the shade of the Lote Tree of the Merciful’s compassion. Convey my greetings to all the men and women. Glory be upon you."
This letter, or as they call it, “tablet,” which Baha addressed to his wife and children, was written when they had all gone to Haifa. Baha mentions Kalim and Mirza Mohammad Quli, who were both brothers of Baha. Navvab was also one of Baha's wives.
We come then to the leaf, Samadiyyih. First, know that Baha referred to all the female followers as 'amma,' which means 'maid' in Persian, sometimes as 'ammat allah' meaning 'Maid of God', and sometimes as 'ammati' meaning 'My maid'. However, he called his children and close relatives 'varqih', which means a 'leaf' of God's tree. Samadiyyih, Baha's daughter, was from Mahd-i Ulya, and the "Isfahani woman," meaning Munirih, is the same person who came to Baha's household from Isfahan. From this letter, it is understood that she was sent from Isfahan to serve and obey Lady Samadiyyih, as they used to send [women] from other cities too. Baha here says she has forgotten her pledge [to Samadiyyih] and clung to the Greatest Branch like a tick of Edirne, and will not come to you [Samadiyyih] anymore. (Edirne, a city in the Ottoman Empire, is where Azal and Baha were exiled by the Ottomans and stayed for more than five years. The tick of that place is known for sucking blood and clinging to the body.) But as I have said, I will send her. This word became a nickname for Lady Munirih, and as Baha had said, she clung to Abdul-Baha in such a way that she never left. Most of the conflicts that arose in this family were attributed to her. As mentioned earlier, she prevented Abdul-Baha's daughter from being given in marriage to his nephew, which would have ended the heartache and strife. One of Baha's sons [Badi'u'llah] wrote a book about this, which is worth reading.
Subhi, Payam-i Pidar, 63-4
Subhi reproduced Baha'u'llah's letter in Baha's own handwriting. It also appears in Phelps' Inventory as BH06757.

SO! I'm making a list of all chief deities of every religion to ever exist ever. If I missed anything, or got something wrong, let me know.
'Amm- South Arabian
'El- Canaanite
Ababinili- Chickasaw
Abasi- Efik
Abgal- North Arabian
Achamán- Guanche
Adroa- Lugbara
Aernus- Celtic Zoelae
Ahone- Powhatan
Ahsonnutli- Navajo
Ahura Mazda- Persian/ Zoroastrianism
Akba Atatdia- Crow
Aleut- Agudar
Amaterasu- Shinto
Amma- Dogon
Amun- Egyptian/ Berber
An- Sumerian
Andraste- Celtic Iceni
Ankou- Celtic Breton & Celtic Cornish (Though not identified as a ‘Chief Deity’ he is the most powerful one I could find relating to Celtic Breton & Celtic Cornish beliefs as they do not have any information on a chief deity available from what I could find.)
Anulap- Micronesian
Aramazd- Armenian
Arebati- Efé
Armazi- Georgian
Aten- Atenism
Atíʼas Tirawa- Pawnee
Ayanat Caddi- Caddo
Baiame- Aboriginal Australians
Bandua- Lusitanian/ Iberian Celtic
Bathala- Tagalog
Bendis- Thracian
Bondye- Voodoo
Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva, Mahadevi, Brahman, Indra- Hinduism (Hinduism has many high ranking deities so I have chosen to list the most prominent and important in terms of creation.)
Breathmaker- Seminole
Bu Luotuo- Zhuang & Moism
Buddha- Chinese Buddhism, Tibetan (Buddha himself is a man, not a deity, and has never presented himself as such. However in certain branches of Buddhism they have deified him. Buddha being deified does not reflect all branches of Buddhism.)
Buga- Evenki
Bulon La Mogoaw & Kadaw La Sambad- T’Boli
Cailleach- Celtic Gaelic
Chebbeniathan- Arapaho
Chiminigagua- Muisca
Chiuta- Tumbukam
Chukwu- Igbo
Coyote- Various Tribes
Curicaueri- Purépechan
Cybele- Phrygian
Dagan- Amorite
Dal- Vainakh
Degei- Fijan
Deipaturos- Tymphaean
Dievas- Lithuanian
Dushara- Nabataean
Dyēus- Proto-Indo-European
Earthmaker- Ho-Chunk
En- Komi
Enkai- Maasai
Enlil and Ninlil- Mesopotamian Early Dynastic Period
Esa- Shoshone, Bannock, Northern Paiute
Eschetewuarha- Chamacoco
First Creator- Hidatsa, Mandan
Flying Spaghetti Monster - Pastafarian
Gici Niwaskw- Abenaki, Penobscot, Maliseet, Passamaquoddy
Gitchi Manitou- Various
Great Spirit- Various Tribes (Known as ‘Gitchi Manitou’ in Algonquin-speaking tribes.)
Gudatrigakwitl- Wiyot
Hahgwehdiyu- Iroquois
Hammon- Carthaginian
Hayyi Rabbi- Mandaeism
Hesaketvmese- Creek
Huiracocha- Bolivian
Huitzilopochtli- Aztec
Hyang- Indonesia
Ikujuri- Apalai, Wayana
Ilaba- Mesopotamian Akkadian Empire
Inyan- Lakota
Io Matua Kore- Māori
Ioskeha- Wyandot
Isten- Hungarian
Itzamná- Mayan
Ixtcibenihehat- Gros Ventre
Jamul- Achumawi
Jupiter- Roman/ Samnite
Kabunyan- Igorot
Kalumba- Luba
Kame & Keri- Bakairi
Kan-Laon- Hiligaynon
Kanda-koro-kamuy- Ainu
Katonda- Baganda
Khonvoum- Mbuti
Kib - Pegāna
Kisulkw- Micmac
Kitanitowit- Lenape, Wampanoag, Narragansett
Kopé Tiatie Cac- Serer
Kumarbi- Hurrian
Kururumany- Arawak, Warao
Kwahn- Achumawi, Atsugewi, Miwok
Kāne- Hawaiian
La Filonzana- Sardinian
Llyr- Celtic Welsh
Lugh- Celtic Gauls
Magbabayà- Higaonon
Maheo- Cheyenne
Makemake- Rapa Nui
Makunaima- Akawaio, Pemon, Macusi, Carib
Man'una- Ho-Chunk
Marduk- Babylonian
Mari- Kugu Jumo/ Basque
Mawu & Lisa - Dahomean, Benin, Ewe
Melqart -Phoenician
Monad- Gnosticism
Mopó- Apalai
Mukat- Cahuilla & Cupeno
Mula Jadi Na Bolon- Batak
Mwari- Shona
Nabû- Neo-Babylonian
Nanna and Ningal- Neo-Sumerian Renaissance Mesopotamian Ur
Napi- Blackfoot
Napirisha- Elamite
Ngai- Kamba, Meru, Kikuyu
Ngenechen- Mapuche
Ngewo- Mende
Ning̃irsu and Babu- Neo-Sumerian Renaissance Mesopotamian Lagash
Nishanu- Arikara
Nitosi- Dene
Noncomala- Ngäbe
Nor Ing- Ingvaeones
Num-Torum- Ob-Ugrian
Nyambe- Bantu
Nyankapon, Nyame, Odomankoma- Akan
Nzambi a Mpungu- Bakongo
Occopirmus- Prussian
Odin- Norse, Anglo-Saxon Paganism, Germanic, Dutch
Olorun- Yoruban
Orenda- Iroquois, Huron
Otshirvani- Various Mongolian Tribes of Siberia
Oš Kugu Jumo- Mari
Parsapen- Gondi
Perun- Slavic
Proto-Uralic- Creator Waterbird
Qamata- Xhosa
Qat- Melanesian
Radien-attje- Sámi
Raven- Haida
Raweno- Mohawk, Huron
Sabazio- Phrygians
Sang-Je- Korean
Sanghyang Widhi Wasa - Balinese Hinduism
Saya- Beaver
Shangdi- Chinese
Sibu- Bribri, Cabecar
Sibú- Talamancan
Sidaba Mapu- Meitei
Sipa- Cocopa
Souolibrogenos- Celtic Galatian (I was only able to find one resource confirming this but the resource compared Souolibrogenos to other Greek deities and made the connection of Souolibrogenos being the one that watches and protects from the sky. Though this doesn’t certifiably make him a chief deity, it makes him the closest to one I could find in the Celtic Galatian mythos.)
Tabiti- Scythian
Tagaloa- Samoan
Tamosi- Caribs
Tawa- Hopi
Ta’aroa- Tahitian
Temáukel- Selk'Nam
Tengri- Tengrism
Teššub- Hittite
Thagyamin- Burmese
Tharapita- Estonian
The Anjana- Celtic Cantabrian (More a classification of certain deities, less a single deity.)
The Dagda- Celtic Irish
The Heavenly Llama- Aymara
The Jade Emperor- Daoism
Theshkhue- Circassian
Tijuiném- Chaná
Torngarsuk- Inuit
Toutatis- Celtic Roman Britain
Tupã- Guarani
Ukko & Akka- Finnish
Unetlanvhi- Cherokee
Unkulunkulu- Zulu
Ussen- Chiricahua Apache
Utakke- Carrier
Viracocha- Incan
Voltumna- Etruscan
Waaq- Cushitic
Waheguru - Sikhism
Wakan Tanka- Lakota, Dakota
Wakonda- Omaha, Ponca, Osage
Xucau- Ossetian
Yahweh- Abrahamic
Yehl- Tlingit
Yer Shau- Hmong
Yog-Sothoth- Lovecraftian (Though Not A ‘Chief’ Deity It Is The Strongest)
Zalmoxis- Getae
Zanahary- Malagasy
Zapotec- Coquihani
Zeus- Greek
Ziparwa- Palaic
Zojz- Albanian
Ông Trời- Vietnamese
Ülgen- Turkic
ǀKaggen- San
Ḫaldi & Shivini & Theispas- Urartu

M led bondhas, eroj maaku maa pakkinti vallaki oka peddha godava aindi.
E godava lo chala nenu (23M) and pakkindi vaadu (22M) picture lo unnam. Nen vaadi kante 1 year peddha. Chinnapati nundi kalse perigaam, used to be friends.
4 years back same conflict valla maaku vallaki maatalu lekunda poinai.
Okay back to the current story, so natural ga nenu vaadini ‘ra’ ane antaanu. So e godava avthunnapdu kuda alane pilcha. Inthalo valla chinna nanna vachi dooraadu godavalo. Nenu athani meedhaki kuda aricha.
Epdu e argument lo m aindi ante, intha sepu nen ‘ra’ antunna kadha, adi alane valla peddhananna ki podam lo noru jaarindi. Kaani nen full ga ‘ra’ ani aithe analedhu. I controlled my tongue.
So inthalo ah pakkinti vaadu (huge personality), (nen call lo matladuthunna parallel ga maa akka tho) nen chudanpdu he grabbed my neck and thrown me off to the side.
Naak assal m aindo artm kaale kaasepu. Maa amma run cheskuntu vachi, “maa vaadi meedhe chey vestava ra” anindi. Apdu artm aindi naaku nannu vaadu thosaadu ani.
Nenu vaadi meedha pothundaga, inka andaru vachi aapinaaru nannu and vaadni.
Epdu problem yekkada vastundi ante, maadi political family, oka factionist background unnadi la anukondi.
Maa amma eroju maa cousin brothers ki phone chesi, ela ela ani cheppindi nyt. Vallu assalu full rage lo unnaru epdu. Epdaa maaku cheppe d. Ndukintha late chesaaru, Repu 20-30 mems veskoni vachi vaadi sangathi cheptaam antunnaru.
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Epdu naa doubt ndi ante e gonthu pattukoni thoyyadam edantha peddha deal ah? I don’t know to what extent my family has their pride. Naakaithe alantivi m lev. Nen chala light theeskunna. Kaani maa vallu ala cheyyi ala vestaadu vaadu. Adi chaala peddha thappu antunnaru.
Police kuda ochaadu madhyalo, case vestaara ani adigaadu, maa amma mem deal cheskuntaam le sir anindi.
Epdendi paristiti. Case veddam ankunte vaadu life pothundi. FIR easy ga raapinchestaaru maa cousin brothers alanti palukubadi undi. Vaadi on life ruin avthundemo ani alochistunna.
M cheyyali antaaru? Naa position lo meerunte m chestaaru?

maa ammamma tharam: purvam aadavallaki chaduvu ekkuva cheppinchevaaru kaadu, edo oka sambandham chusi chinna vayasu lone pelli chesi pampesevaaru. aadapilla ante bharuvu, abbadaalu chepthey aadapilla lu pudatharu ani saamethalu cheppi bhayapettevaaru.
maa amma tharam: maa ammamma tharam naati bhayaalu, murkhatvaalu janalallo unna, unnanthalo koddo goppo chaduvkunnaru, intermediate thone aapesina snehithuralu chala mandi unnaru, ayina intlo thantaalu padi, elagola degree complete chesaru, udyogam ochelopu manchi sambandam ochindani, abbayidi manchi sthiramaina udyogam ani, nela tiragagaane manchi jeetham osthundani pelli chesi pampesaru. vochina mogudu manchi vadu ani anukovaali emo, udyogam cheddam ani anukunna, ekkuva avakasaalu levu, gruhini gaane undipovalsochindi
maa akka tharam: amma chaduvkundi kada, kuthurni kuda baaga chadivinchindi. aadavallu goppavaaru, magavallatho samanulu ani chaala utshaham tho chala pootillo palgoni, aadavalla aikyatha, prathyekatha chati cheppali ani anedi. chaduvu poorthi ayina taruwatha manchi udyogam ochindi. udyogam chesthu sampadisthunna akka ki thanakante pedda udyogam, ekkuva sampadana unnathaney bhartha ga kavali ani sharathu, ammanannalaki kuda adey kavali. rendella tarawatha abbayidi chaala pedda packagee ani pelli chesi pampesaaru.
idantha aadavallani balavantham tho cheyinchaaro, leka aadavalle valla valla korikala valla chesaro ani charcha pettadaniki kaadu, leda andaru aadavallu ila chesthunnaru ani kaadu, untaremo konthamandi veyyi ki vella meeda lekkapettetantha mandi. emo naku telisina vallalo aadavallu antha entha goppaga chaduvlu chadvukunna, entha pedda udyogaalu vyaparaalu chesthunna, ekkuva sampadana unna magavallane pelli cheskunnaru. saamanatvam antha sampadana deggarki ochesariki enduku pattinchukoru mari?
maarpu ki chaala samayam padthundi, enno taraalu marithey kaani maarpulu kanapadavu. oche tharam lo marpu ela untndo maa akka kuthuru perigi pellieedu ki osthey kaani teledu emo. ah tharam ayina magavaadi ki ekkuva sampadana undaali aney daridrapu samajika alochana nunchi bayatapadithey bavundu.

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Chachi	Chachu's wife
Taaya	Dad's older brother
Taayi	Taaya's wife
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Hello neeenu vachesa malli.. meeku na katha cheppadaaniki. Ee roju naaku chachipovaali ani oka thought vachindhi. Marks raavatledhu,chadavalani assal ledhu, mood, utsaham, antha poyayi. Hostel lo evvado na towel lepesaadu sachinodu. Naaku towel ledhu ippudu snanam kosam idk what to do.
Jeevitham medha virakthi kaliginchetattu sesaaru kadha veelu. Voddhu kopam voddhu thappu anukuntey ne endhuku kopam theppinchaali ani chusthaaru? Chadivi eli raasina eexam lo fail ayithey entha baadha ga untadhi eeroju aardham aayindhi. Already oka saari poindhi.. malli poindhi ani chepthe ela kodtharo thelidhu naaku. I think they saw the marks... Roju call chese Amma eeroju call aee cheyaledhu. Roju maatlade frends eeroju respond aee avvatledhu.
Or maybe they didn't she must be busy with my sister's wedding. Naaku em cheyyalo aardham kaavatledhu assalu fail ela ayyano kuda aardham kaavatledhu. I remember writing it really well.
Inni rojulu santosham ga unde, panulu Anni oke saari thala medha esesaaru. Vere batches ki eppudo chepparu anta records rahamani maaku ippudu chepthunaaru.
December starting lo malli finals. 3 records malli unit tests ani samputhaaru. ELA?!? how do they expect me to do this??
Malli kontha mandhi raasesi submit kuda chesesthaaru. Adhi elano naaku aardham kaadhu.
Headaches vasthunnai cause of all this shit on me.
Edavaali ani undhi kaani edusthey ekkada edipisthaaru ani bhayam.
Arey na first break up ayyindhi monna ani kuda intha edavaledhu. Em cheyyalo aardham kaavatledhu.
Suicide melu ani pistundhi kaani akka pelli postpone ayitadhi ani bhayam... I feel like I should have died long ago... I somehow survived and shit is going bad for me.
I never feel like i am part of something. Everyone hates me ani anipisthu untadhi. Ekkado edho Theda ga undhi ani untadhi kaani aa Theda ento aardham kaavatledhu. "Am i wierd? Am i different? Am i not normal?" Ani questions vasthune untai. Chadivedhi emo burra ki ekkadhu ento malli. Ekkatledhu ani baadha Ekkinchukovaali ani prayatnalu chesthe anthey distracted.
Chinnappat ninchi problem idhey. I could never by heart by myself. And education here being very Sri Chaitanya like, i have no option but to do it. Amma ki chepthey vinnaru, addanga hostel lo vesesaaru. Naaku seriously sachipovaali ani undhi.. but i have had this seriousness before and never got through it. Evvadiki cheppukovaalo thelvatledhu naa baadhalu.

The OG
The Girl
The CEO
The Father of the Guy
The Amma of the Guy
Bangala Dhumpa Garu
The Manager
The Finance Minister aka Nirmala Maami
Buttalu Amme Sthree (ButtaMomma)
The Restaurant Owner
The Guy's Friend
Colleague crushing on the Girl
Colleague crushing on the Guy
Dad of the Girl
Kuragayalu seller of the Guy's family
Son of the Restaurant Owner
The update we all wanted : Update
did i miss anyone?
one word.... lmao

Original title - "Dishti Bomma"
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May 6th - 2019
I am starting to write this journal/blog to make sense of bizarre and suspiciously supernatural set of occurrences- to make sense of it all from a rational perspective. Since I need to elaborate on the background on the story this first entry may be a bit long, but hopefully it would help me connect it all in the end. I initially started writing to be put out on a Freethinkers' forum on facebook but after having unsatisfactory explanations I felt this would be an avenue where I could get some better answers. But as you will learn the finality of the story still feels like a nightmare that has come to life. I can only wish it was only a nightmare. The starting and now, as it seems, the ending point of the story is not me but my sister, Pranathi. Sigh..
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My little sister Pranathi is a compulsive liar. There doesn't go a day where she doesn't lie. I don't know where she got it from. It's not like we live in an abnormal family either. I am a 27 year old working in IT here in Hyderabad, India and working full time to stave off parents' demands for getting married year after year. My father runs an agarbatti - incense stick business and is hardly ever at home since his work takes him to Mysore often. And my mother works as a teacher. Both us daughters were raised with equal love and care. But then..sigh...
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I don't think she is a bad or a malicious kid. She's in 5th grade in DAV. She studies well- except for whenever she is not lying about her mark sheets and report card. And that is every time! The mistake I think was that we didn't think much of it. 'She is just a little girl' folks at home used to think. Not me of course. That father of mine- he has mainly spoiled her. Why does he pamper her like that? 'Chinnari chinnari' (little one) he calls her. Why is it not a big deal that your chinnari lies about her school summer camp and I have to pick her up leaving my work- why is it not a big deal deal that chinnari says that her class teacher turned into a ghost (dayyam as she calls it) and is scaring the students, which she illustrated in class too by the way. I still remember that drawing. The teacher looked like Shabana Azmi from that hindi movie Makdee. Gave me the creeps as well. Why is it not a big deal that chinnari lies about whether she came in school bus or autorickshaw? Or that dogs on the streets can talk to her and they all helped her reach home?
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I try to talk to her like a normal sister would you know- ask her what is happening in her life. She says nothing really happens. But where from do all these stories come from then? Sigh. I should stop ranting about her wild imaginations. And rather maybe, understand them? Or else that...thing... would come again. What that thing is something I may know as the entries progress.
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Since I started writing this journal only after the bizarre occurrences transpired I will try to recreate three separate entries from memory. Yes, I'm going that extra mile so that if I'm....no more... someone else may find this blog and hopefully piece together what is happening to me.
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April 6th - 2019
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I had enough of this girl this day. It was the day of Ugadi. Considered the Telugu New Year. I'm not one for festivities but I don't mind them either. But the part I do complain about is the puja and other religious ceremonies that happen. My mother also loves to draw a muggu in front of the house even on this day. Folks from other parts of India may call it Rangoli. And if you don't know what that is- then google it. Mother finished the muggu and was doing preparations in the puja room. Father had some urgent work with seeing to a truck delivery and would come back just in time for aarthi ie. when the puja would be finished. Office did not me provide a holiday but I took a leave anyway. I was asked to see to all the little decorations around the house. So as you can imagine- utter chaos. Coming to Pranathi- she first lied about where the stone to break the coconut with was. Then about where the fruits that go as prasadam were. She ate two of the bananas that were meant for offering to the idols. I was already mad from the previous day because she lied that no report card was given at school. And what did she say when confronted? It was eaten up by the dogs on the way. Ughhhhhh.
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I get a call. It's from work. When I'm on leave?! seriously? It's noisy inside. So I step out the front door. Not even a minute passes since the songs calling for " Prithikaaaaa" start. I couldn't close the door since it needed to be open while the puja went on. I step further away. It's Prakash my project manager on the call. He needs me to verify some front-end code. My mind has no room for work right now. I see Pranathi stepping out, in her usual waltzy manner. She's looking at me. Prakash says the client wants the work done today. She is about to speak to me.
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"Amma wanth you to come insidh. Aalthi will starth soon..." she said in her lisp-y self.
I put Prakash on hold. "Tell her I got a call from office. It'll take a while"
"She wanth you to come now"
"What, can't you see I'm on a call??"
I turn away and bargain deadlines with Prakash. Pranathi waltz her way inside, this time stepping on the muggu while doing so. Not just the side, but the center, strewing about all the color patterns.
"Ayyy!! Oh sorry wasn't shouting at you Prakash."
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A minute later when the call ends I turn around to the front of the house where my mother is staring at me, wrists on her hips, furious at me.
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"What happened?" I asked.
"What do you mean what happened? I spent 3 hours this morning while you were having your beauty sleep drawing this pattern for the muggu and you just step on it like that?!"
"No it wasn't me."
"Puja is going on but you can't afford to not be on your phone?? Nice now even your father is here." she remarks, looking into the distance.
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I turn back to see nanna being dropped off by a lorry. Being dropped off by Yadayya. His main driver who tranports bulk of his goods.
"What is the altercation right in the morning. Arey rey.." he remarks looking down on the spoilt muggu.
"I worked 3 hours on this. Followed a youtube video to the last detail"
"How did this happen?" my father asked.
"It wasn't me."
"Pranathiiii!!" my father called her outside. She comes out, without a care in the world. She is careful to NOT step on the muggu and hugs her father.
"Pranathi how did this happen?" my mother is insistent.
"Akka. She was busy on phone", Pranathi said.
"What? No!"
"Arey we all have work sometimes. These things happen. Did you take a picture of it on your phone once you finished it?" asked my father.
"Yes" said my mother.
"Then leave it."
My mother didn't say anything further. But her look of contempt conveyed everything she wanted to say. Nanna took Pranathi inside, who didn't even peek a look in my direction.
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I was internally furious. That....ughhh.
I walk closer to the entrance. I see inside. Amma has gone into the puja room. Nanna was picking up Pranathi who was playing with the leaves that were kept as decorations along the walls.
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My mind then went to a darker place. That wretched little demon. That conniving bitch. And she does it all in such a nonchalant manner. She knew I didn't do it, and she knows she stepped on it. I can see color marks on her bare foot. Were my parents blind as well? Spoilt her enough to be--her. Just drop on her head and be done with it!
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[[THUD]]
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Something big, blue and what I thought were a bunch of sharp teeth fell right in front of me.
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"Prithikaa!" Everyone rushes outside. I see and observe the large object that would have landed on my head and have injured me severely if I had inched closer.
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On the floor- I got a good look at what that thing was. It's an object. This object is called by multiple names.'Cheshm Nazar', 'Nazar Gorboni', 'Nazar Battu, 'Bedaru Bombe', 'Dishti Bomma'- called differently in different languages- it 'adorns' the front of our house. Here this object is a hard coconut shell painted with a rakshasa's face. It is kept to ward off the evil eye and other evil spirits. I never noticed it on top of the entrance to my house, but there it was. With a shade of blue to show skin with eyes that are red and yellow. I used to think it was well colored considering dishti bommas look a lot more overdrawn, usually. It was gifted to the family by my peddananna (mother's elder brother) on his Cambodia trip. Shortly after which he died. He really liked chinnari. Sigh. Anyway who would give that as a gift?? You could have gifted me a new phone, Peddananna. Instead you bring this to accidentally fall on my head. Well, almost. Needless to say, I find nothing good about that face now.
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Was it a coincidence? I pray that it is. Needless to say, aarthi did not happen that day.
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April 13th - 2019
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Since that day I have fallen particularly ill. I have taken 'leave' from office. I say leave in quotes because I still have to work from home even if it is sick leave. One would think that taking rest from home would help my fever but it has been progressively getting worse. I'm not stupid enough to connect this to the events of that day since I've had no time to go to the doctor as well. My company has not been doing well so I have been feeling the crunch from the workload. I'm also seeing Pranathi more often since I'm at home and that really throws me off mood. Come to think of it I have not spoken to her since. Why would I? But something peculiar happened tonight.
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Since I'm sick I've been trying to sleep in a separate room. Currently my ammamma's (grandmother's) room since she died about a year ago and it has since been unoccupied. God forbid 'chinnari' catch a fever from me right? Good for me I wouldn't be sleeping in the same room as her and listening to her made up fantasies. The sickness although doesn't let me sleep well. Tonight I was rolling around in bed, unsuccessful at sleep when I started to hear noises from Pranathi's room. To...whatever imaginary friend she made up that day. But tonight...I think...I heard a voice answer back in return. That alerted me but I knew that Pranathi is known to modulate her voice when role-playing so I didn't think much of it. "Ah that little demon is just conversing with herself" I thought. So I walked up-to her room. The door was closed. I could hear voices inside. Voices. Plural. I knew I was tired but I definitely heard two voices simultaneously in there. And both voices seemed like... Pranathi's. Okay so she is talking to herself. But it felt like her voices were coming from....different points of the room at the same time. Totally weirded out, I slammed on her door.
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"People are trying to sleep here, okay! You are free to ruin yours but don't ruin mine!" I said angrily, but not too loudly of course. The voices now stopped. I get back to my room to resume my unsuccessful attempt at getting some sleep.
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I hear her room door creaking. What is she doing now?? I get up and open my room door to see a cold faced Pranathi at the entrance of my room, staring at me.
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"Akka, thele is a cat in the garden."
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"What are you even doing in the garden?? Weren't you in your room just now?"
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"Come see!" She holds me by the hand and leads me to the staircase. Her face is expressionless. Oddly, the blabbermouth is just a girl of few words right now. The rooms below were not in total darkness because there is usually a dimmer light-bulb controlled by a switch by the bottom of the stairs. I look downstairs. The front door was open. Also I must inform that Indian houses do not have porches but a light source is usually installed toward the outside, right above the front door. And that light-bulb tonight was switched on. Did someone get in?? On high alert, I descend down slowly.
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"Just go it's in the garden!" Pranathi coldly exclaimed.
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"Did YOU open the door?" I asked as I descended about four steps.
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"The cath wath knocking." she said. My heart was now beating fast.
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"Pranathi, tell me who knocked" I hissed.
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"Cath knocked. I opened. It lan off into galden".
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"Pranathi, this is serious. Who knocked on the door?" I had two more steps to get to ground floor.
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"Aley you can hear the cat in the garden". This time she was suddenly right behind me. I yanked myself forward toward the front door. After adjusting myself I looked out from behind the open door. A few blades of grass were visible in the lawn by the bulb. But beyond that, blackness. Pranathi was holding my hand, looking outward. After a few seconds of listening to crickets chirping, I heard it. The purring of a cat. Pranathi suddenly leaves my hand and rushes into the dark ahead.
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"Pranathi!" I exclaim and rush forward. Suddenly a blue head drops in front of me. I trip backward and fall.
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I saw two glowing eyes suspended in air- staring back at me . I was about to shriek any second.
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I think a second later some blood streamed into my brain and my...rationalist mind kicked in for me to see what was going on. It's the dishti bomma. This time suspended in air and facing me just beyond the front door. My mind, only human, had been startled. The rakshasa (demon) face was painted on with a certain kind of dye that reflects heavily when light falls on it- here the one coming from the bulb situated above the front door. And it wasn't tied properly so the rope gave way. My mind then adjusted to the fact that the door was still open. And Pranathi was just standing outside it. Staring at me.
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"What happened to the cat now?" I asked.
"Ith went off" she said.
"Liar"
"Plomise ith ran away!"
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I pulled her inside. I live in a big gated complex with one security guard about a kilometer away from the front gate but that also meant that each individual house does not have its own security. We don't even have any immediate neighbors. So I need to be alert. After a glance outside I quickly closed the door. I closed it over the hanging, glowing eyes. I switched off the front door light.
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I listened for a while for any other sounds. Then I hissed again at Pranathi. "Don't just venture off into the dark like that!"
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After taking her upstairs I keep pestering about who knocked on the door. She gave the usual reply.
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"So you are lying about the knock on the door also then." I sighed.
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"No akka..."
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A loud voice comes from the other room. It's Amma.
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"Will you girls even sleep. What panchayat you folks are holding in the middle of the night??"
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"Do this again I will wake up Amma and tell her"
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"But I didn't do anything...."
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With a heavy sigh I go back to my room. After a while, sleep did creep in owing to my sheer exhaustion. The voices commenced in the other room but I was too tired.
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To recall, the bomma was angled pretty perfectly to face me, was it not?
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April 27th - 2019
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I've been trying to avoid looking or talking to Pranathi even at dinner times. "Hello akka" she says over the dinner table, even though I try not to respond. Does she not get the message? Maybe she does this on purpose. My fever's gone and I have resumed going to work but I am still sleeping in my grandma's room. I still hear the voices at night from time to time. So it was a bit strange that whatever transpired tonight even did. My skeptic mind is hard at work trying to unpack whatever it is I saw. If I do it, it will be updated in the next journal entry.
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Work has been stressing me out so I do come back home tired. The tiredness helps me go to bed as soon as I hit it, voices or no. Tonight....I heard a gentle knock on my door. Don't know how many times it was knocked on since I slept. I finally wake, drowsy. I open it. Stone-cold Pranathi again. No, she had a little smirk.
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"Cat came downthairs."
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"What? Are you mad? Why did you bring it in??"
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"Aley I didn'th. It's alleady there."
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"Stop lying, tell me where you found it!!"
"I just thaw it in the living loom. Mothel dead plomise!" she said with a hand on her head.
Instinctively, I take the hand off her head. "Don't make promises like that!" I scowl.
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Knowing full well she just sneaked a cat in, I walked to the edge of the staircase again and looked down. It was pitch black this time. The dim bulb that alights the bottom floor past bedtime has not been turned on this time.
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My eyes quickly try to locate the switch in the dark. The switch for this bulb is by the bottom of the staircase. Curiosity they say killed the cat. I walk slowly down the stairs in darkness. A part of me on edge.
I look back at Pranathi who hasn't descended with me.
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"Where is the cat? I don't see it."
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"Ith a black cat you can't thee ith in the dark"
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"Joke ah?" I quip. She doesn't respond.
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It was awfully quiet, I noticed. I could hear myself breathing. Although only mine, no-one else's. A note to the readers at this point- the logic of a drowsy mind does not make much sense, even to the person conjuring up the thoughts and the logic behind said thoughts.
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Halfway down the stairs....I see them. Right before where the front door should be. Glowing eyes. I could feel them staring right at me. They were transfixed on my movement as I descended down slowly.
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"So there is a cat after all!" I say and turn back. Pranathi isn't there any more. Strange.
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I look back again. The eyes are still there. Now I could recognize these weren't cat eyes. It's a different....glow.
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Wait, this was the same glow from few nights ago. My mind after momentary pondering- gave me an answer. Ah, it's the eyes of the dishti bomma. From beyond the front door. I just blamed this erroneous observation on my drowsiness and completely descended the stairs. I was feeling the wall on the right side. I found the switch. I just had to turn it on.
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I proceeded to not turn it on considering the fact that this Schrödinger's cat inside the house might get startled by a sudden light. Plus my eyes were getting accustomed to the dark. My mind then brought up a question. Was I sure it was only a cat? Why was this light switched off? Amma never forgets to switch it on after dinner. Did somebody switch it off? Or...did an intruder get inside the house that night and is still hiding somewhere? This jolted me up and my drowsiness vanished. I look around. The dishti bomma's eyes were certainly apparent in the dark.
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It hit me then. THE FRONT DOOR IS CLOSED. There is no light source for me to be able to see what I am seeing. The eyes are still on me, having totally deviated from their initial line of sight. WHAT IS EVEN LOOKING AT ME? My eyes were indeed getting accustomed to the dark and things were getting more visible. And I could see....a figure forming around the eyes. Then I heard....breathing.
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A sudden fear irked me and I did NOT turn on the light. I instead turned and bolted back upstairs into my parents' bedroom. I shout to them that there was someone downstairs. My father makes a call to the night watchman who runs to our house in about few minutes' time from the front gate. In the meantime my father gets Pranathi into the room. She trudged in, as if woken up from sleep. What even is this girl?? I did not speak a word. After he arrived, the watchman and my father together make a scan of the entire house. I didn't venture down at all. They found nothing. The watchman promised to make extra rounds around my house. My startled parents comfort me and lead me to the bathroom to help wash my face and get my nerves back. I finally go back to my room after not being able to fall asleep in my parents' bedroom. Pranathi also does.
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I think stress coupled with an unhealthy sleep cycle can make a person see things? The voices from Pranathi's room I still hear. Those are certainly there.
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May 5th
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Tonight I felt knocking on my door past bedtime. Little footsteps outside the door. I did not answer. The footsteps retreat. But only after a while. I was too sleepy to count the minutes. Apart from this no unusual activity this past week. Nanna's business hasn't been doing well. One of his truck drivers died after meeting with an accident on the highway. They might do a puja to remove "shanidosham" tomorrow it seems. Why are they so superstitious I wonder.
At office Prakash asked to discuss some work over biryani for lunch. I turned it down since I am always exhausted to discuss work. But thinking back maybe he was trying to ask me out? Not a bad face for an IT office. Wonder what HR would say...
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May 6th (continued)
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Since I've recounted all the relevant past dates, I should be able to record today's events. Something is really, really off. Amma and Nanna conducted a puja today to resolve bad luck or the evil eye my father fears has beset the family. Some "Satyanarayana vratham" it seems. And since they're extra religious, I mean superstitious, even a homam was performed. For the folks outside the culture a homam is a ceremony with a fire burning in the centre. Mantras are uttered while aiding the fire to burn.
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The priest/pujari was also a weird one. He was enthusiastically stating how this particular puja was a one size fits all treatment for ill things that befall in life. Also bestows long life and fortune. Even provides moksha. Haha didn't know Hinduism even had that. It really is the same everywhere isn't it. Anyway. You would think that the psychological placebo effect would do the trick of getting my parents' minds in order. But it was unusual that my parents' anxiety filled the day- rendering every facet of the puja to be in disarray. My mother took too long to wear the sari, the little decorations were not completely ready by the time the pujari arrived and even my father. the meticulous planner, forgot to buy ghee for the homam. Nothing about the ceremony went according to plan that day. More chaos that it was on Ugadi. This time I was the one getting all the paraphernalia- lime, coconut, flour, flowers- at the right time when everything seems to be in the wrong place when the puja started. Pranathi was calmly sitting in her father's lap. Coddled as ever. Guess sitting and getting pampered did not require any preparation.
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"There is a dosha or dishti that has permeated through your house, madam garu" he said to my mother.
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There came a point when the wood to keep the fire running in the homam was needed. As usual, my mother started bickering about where she last left it. I bring it to drop in the fire. My glance falls to Pranathi. As the fire starts to grow so does some smoke. She starts to cough. Then, a certain delight washes over me- seeing that. And mentioning this detail may be important now- at that moment, a portion of my mind wished she choked.
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"PRITHIKAAAAA!!!!"
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My father screamed, with his hand motioning in my direction. I look to my rear and see that my sari caught fire. I was paralyzed to think what to do next. I just started unwrapping it there, but the fire would have caught onto my blouse the next second. Naana gets up and quickly pulls me into the garden. I start unwrapping the cloth round and round. He unloads the garden hose onto me with full force. And extinguishes what was rampantly about to devour me in a second's time. I suffered no burns and mysteriously only the little end portion of the sari was burnt off. It had seemed like a big flame only a moment ago. Felt like it would have completely engulfed me. My eyes- during this quick ordeal had fallen to the entrance of the house. And I saw those malicious eyes at me. It was the rakshasa on the dishti bomma. Its eyes were on me. I was sure of it. No denying that. That *thing* is onto me.
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My parents try to take me back inside but I resisted. I was too shaken, not by the fire but what I saw after that. I insisted I stay in the garden. Facing away from the house of course.
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"It's okay if your daughter is there, it's important you two finish it if you really want to resolve your problems. Just don't forget to make her eat the prasadham once done" the pujari said, convincing my parents to finish off what was started.
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I kept glancing into the house from time to time after that. Of course, not looking at the bomma. Surprisingly the puja went smoothly after that incident. No issue.
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"See the puja is already taking effect. Now we'll end the puja with story telling and having prasadham" the pujari remarked.
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Sigh. There is no dosha. There is no evil eye. Such a thing is psychologically explained where maliciousness from a person causes perception of harm in the other person, affirming the belief of the gaze being evil!
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But I couldn't help but notice one thing. What was a chaotic day went smooth after my incident. No, it was right after I went outside the house. As if my exit temporarily relieved the family. I was the trigger point. I was the dosha? Was I the...evil eye?
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My mother took me in finally, wrapped me in her old langa-oni. I can't sleep now. Writing this blog is the only thing keeping me going. I've lost lot of weight....
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Prakash texted about biryani again for tomorrow. I can't..I just can't.
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Okay, I'm not letting some silly superstitious magic get a hold of me. I'm getting rid of that bomma tomorrow.
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*edit* I'm typing again into this entry after getting woken up by a laugh. I'm not sure whether it was from a nightmare or from Pranathi's room. I'm not able to place the voice behind that laughter. If it's from a different room my parents would have heard it right? Maybe I'm just overthinking this. I shall try sleeping again now.
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May 7th
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I've got some alone time to think this through. I think it is just stress and nerves. And somehow it has all been affecting how I interpret the reality around me. I can't believe I've been so silly and eager to link some dysfunctional effects in my family onto some painted-on coconut shell! And we know what the source of these dysfunctional elements is.
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And yes I'm getting rid of that bomma. Not because I believe in something supernatural but because it takes away the positivity off my day when I look at it. And my previous obsession with it didn't help. Okay, it does give me the creeps at times. More than reason enough to get rid of it. I will be taking back control of my life now.
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Before leaving for work in the morning I saw Yadayya getting onto his lorry after meeting with Naana. I told him that he could take the bomma with him and put it to the back of his truck. He agreed considering he didn't have one of those hanging at the back of his lorry like most other lorries do. I don't believe in that evil eye stuff but I guessed right that he'd want something like that and even appreciate the gesture, which he did. I took the bomma off from where it usually hangs- nailed at the entrance, and gave it to Yadayya. I'm certainly not going to miss those devious looking eyes. Sorry Peddannanna.
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Office was usual. Something kept me going without needing coffee. Biryani with Prakash...wasn't exactly work related after all. Not like I expected that anyway.
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"You seem in a good mood today" he mentioned, somewhere in the conversation. "I take it you were....looking forward to this?" he asked.
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"Oh don't flatter yourself." I couldn't help the smirk. "I guess things are getting better at home." I remarked. He smiled back.
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"Haha that's nice to hear! But any major problem?" he inquired.
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"Oh no no. Everything's fine. It's just...my little sister can be a pain in the ass sometimes."
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"How old is she?" he asked.
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"5th standard."
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"Hey that's not so bad. But that's what family is kada. They annoy but you love them right?" he remarked. He really had a nice smile.
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"I'm not so sure." I replied, turning my eyes away. Why did I have to make things awkward? Why am I so stupid?
Prashanth broke the silence. "So....the Network Engineering team at office is your real family after all! I'll give a good appraisal to you!"
"Hahaha I don't think HR knowing about this would please them."
"Well how would HR know? And by the way, I might be promoted to Senior Manager and shifted to another department."
"Oh! That's...uh..nice to hear. Congratulations!"
"Not just yet! But soon." he quipped.
The rest of our date, if I could call it that- was the only other thing I could remember about my day. Cause..you know...if things go well, I can manage to get out of that house. Why am I smiling as I type this? Things are turning round after all. Makes for a nice ending to these blog entries no?
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May 8th
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WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME??
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HOW COULD IT COME BACK?? HOW THE HELL COULD IT COME BACK?! Pranathi already went off to school at the time I gave it off so why is the bomma back??
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Part 2 - https://www.reddit.com/njeeva/comments/wn9iy2/i_cast_an_evil_eye_on_my_younger_sister_and_now/

Original story title - "Dishti Bomma"
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Part 1 - https://www.reddit.com/njeeva/comments/wn9kit/i_cast_an_evil_eye_on_my_younger_sister_and_now/
May 8th
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WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME??
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HOW COULD IT COME BACK?? HOW THE HELL COULD IT COME BACK?! Pranathi already went off to school at the time I gave it off so why is the bomma back??
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As soon as I came back from office today I saw it. Just lying on the floor by the entrance. With a bit of the head broken and with some cracks. As if....resilient. I get the usual kind of reply from Pranathi as I call her outside. The response was not atypical of her. The bomma....FOLLOWED her on the way back from school she says.
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"But ith thcared off all the dogs in the way, even Thoffee" she said. Toffee was the mutt she occasionally feeds at the school bus stop. Which leads me to certainly believe that it was Pranathi who brought it back. But...HOW??? What is the alternative explanation?? That some coconut shell came to life and....followed my little sister home? No no no...
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I need to get a grip. Maybe Yadayya gave it to Pranathi? Why would he do that? Maybe he didn't need it? But he was supposed to go to Mysore and not return anytime soon. Yadayya is one of father's trusted drivers. He always delivers to the processed sandalwood plant and brings it to father's godown. Why would he wait for Pranathi to go to school to give it back? Wait, why would I believe Pranathi about the returning-from-school bit? Pranathi probably just stole it before Yadayya left? Very possible. But she already left for school that day!
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Alright.
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I was once told that writing my thoughts can help me relieve stress and anxiety so maybe...I should think more about the...alternate explanation? Which is....huh...which is that there is something supernatural going on and it's not some trivial psychological fantasy. A part of me is honestly, truthfully scared that the rakshasa in that bomma is haunting me. And that all these bizarre episodes are connected....because of that reason. I must confess that I looked up this stuff online and yes I did find the usual trivia that these dishti bommas or nazar battus are used to ward off evil spirits and prevent evil eye. Yada yada. One astrologer in a video argues that putting pictures of rakshasas also opens up your house to rakshasic, demonic elements. Ugh, why am I listening to the words of astrologers now? And...why is this thing haunting me?
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"You didn't tie it up properly that day and did it in a hurry. Always in a hurry", my mother said, admonishing my father about the now cracked bomma. They didn't notice I had given it away the previous day, but now they notice the condition of that ominous thing lying at their front door?! I didn't want to tell them. Did I just say 'ominous'? Ugh.
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I had half a mind to say "Let's get rid of it".
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Before I could say anything my mother burst out at my father- "Arey please put it back. This is the last thing that Suri gave us. And this time please tie it properly!"
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My father came back with a stool as my mother went inside.
"Prithika why you just standing outside. You scared to come inside your own home or what?"
"It's nothing, nanna" I said.
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Father climbed the stool. "Hand that to me please" he said, motioning to me. I was momentarily paralyzed.
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When I had come back home and I saw it- I didn't touch it. I couldn't. Now I picked it up and gave it to father. It looked like it was...decaying. Maybe the coconut shell was never dried properly? I think this was the first time in a while I am getting a closer look at it.
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"Who gives this thing as a present? You know this was a present given by Suri peddananna right?"
"Yes I'm aware nanna."
"To whom, you know?"
"To the family?"
"No. To Pranathi."
"Huh?" my psyche blanked.
"I wondered who would give such a thing to a kid. Your mother's brother was quite the interesting character. It's not some toy that Pranathi could play so we just put it up here." he said.
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I helped him get down the stool. I then asked him, trying to confirm a suspicion.
"Nanna, how is business going?" He sighed. "Remember Yaadayya? His lorry broke down in the middle almost hitting another vehicle."
"Is he okay??"
"Yeah yeah. But....half of the supplies fell off from the back of the bus. I'm just glad no-one got hurt. Should probably tell him to stop drinking or something." he remarked.
Holding my father's hand, I begrudgingly and anxiously, entered my own home.
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My father then updated me. "By the way, your mother and I are going to Mysore tomorrow for 4-5 days. I need to set the business in order considering some or the other bizarre incident has been messing with the transportation of goods.
"Why is amma going though?" I asked, taken aback.
"I've hardly ever given your mother a proper tour of Mysore. Kept nagging me for decades. Never too late I suppose." he replied.
I clenched his hand harder. A sudden fear of complete abandonment washed over me.
"Arey we are not scouting for some guy for you, don't worry. Although we have some acquaintances over there to whom we could talk to haha" my father replied. I hugged my father. I shed a tear or two.
"Areyrerey why this now. I told you right, we're just going to visit and come back? Chinnari should be the one getting emotional like this. You be a big good elder sister and take care of her" he said. "Yes nanna." I assured him.
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At night I got a knock at the door again. It was Pranathi. And she had....tears in her eyes. I took her inside the room, where she resumed to sob silently.
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"What happened today" I asked. She answered in more tears and hugged me. "I don't wanth you to die" she said. Now this is frightening me.
"Why would I die?"
"It thaid ith going to kill you. I don't wanth you to die akka." she said. My mind didn't even need to ask what 'it' was. I already knew. But at the moment my protective instinct overcame my fright and I attended to my sister's tears.
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After some brief consoling, I let her sleep in my room.
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As she was dozing off, I couldn't help but ask.
"Pranathi. Why didn't you tell me about this bomma all these days?"
"Hmm? Akka, thoday no....the bomma was following me no..."
"Yeah yeah..." I sighed. Not that tale again.
"Thofee was also following. But bomma dinth like. It attacked thofee. I cried and toldh it to sthop." she said, clasping tightly at the bedsheet and pulling it toward the side. I wiped her tears.
Pranathi said, sobbing, "The bomma is madh akka. Later ith toldh it will kill you. Bomma noth good anymore."
The dread was coming back to me. "Pranathi if this is some joke I am not laughing. It is not funny. Is that thing really trying to kill me? You are telling the truth right?" I asked, shuddering and almost shedding a tear.
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She kept her hand over my head. "I swear on you akka. Bomma was with me everydhay from when Suri peddanaana gave to me akka. Everydhay seeing me. All this thime it didnt do anything, only now it attacked thofee and I dont want ith to kill you!" she hugged around my arm. I started rubbing her back.
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It's been almost 9 years since Suri peddananna gifted the bomma and dying few months later. It's been......all this time? The full gravity of it was something I was not ready to confront. I wanted to yell and ask more but I couldn't. I continued rubbing her back.
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"Where is it now?" I asked. Pranathi glanced toward the door. I looked as well. I thought I saw a shadow from under the door. It walked away. In reflex I drew my legs towards me, holding Pranathi tight.
"I toldh katti to it." she said. "I thaidh not to come to me. It wonth". Took me almost 30 minutes to get my nerves back on track.
I wanted to ask her so many things. Whether all these years she spoke the truth. About her report cards, her strange stories, even about the times she scapegoated me in front of our parents. I noticed her hand.
"Show me your hand." I remarked.
"Nothing nothing" she said.
"SHOW"
"Promise akka nothing." This time she didn't put her hand on my head. Shaking my head, I took her hand and opened her palm. Seemed like bite marks. I didn't want to ask and wonder to death myself what caused that. Was it Toffee or....something else.
"We're going to the doctor's tomorrow and getting an injection whether you like it or not" I said. She protested of-course. This girl is really something.
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She is now sleeping as I am typing this. I must try to sleep as well or I may go crazy.
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EDIT: I heard a knock on the door again as I was sleeping. My mind was then angry at Pranathi for disturbing my already ruined sleep cycle, only to momentarily realize that Pranathi was sound asleep next to me. I did not answer. I did not hear a knock again.
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It's almost sunrise. Nothing else happened. I am taking Pranathi to the hospital today for a rabies vaccine, having not slept for the rest of the night.
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May 10th
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I haven't slept in over 48 hours. But it is not delirium I know it. I am much much ahead of that state of mind. No other details should matter. I am typing this from my phone, from outside the house, in the garden. Pranathi is with me. Also a black cat. Forgot what she named it. The rakshasa hasn't come back again, but in the case it does I hope someone is able to find out what happened with me. I am not entering the house. Pranathi will be safe that is for certain.
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After her vaccination I dropped her off late at school and explained her delayed attendance to her teachers. I went off to office after that. Prakash tried asking whether something was wrong but I couldn't say anything. He deemed dejected but didn't pester me further. Just past the sunset of May 9th I was surprised to find Pranathi holed up in her own room considering the affairs of the night previous to that. I saw the dim light from the night lamp coming from under her closed door. Our parents had already left for Mysore and a part of me knew what that meant for me. I approached her room and heard some more sobbing. I entered. Pranathi was laying on her bed, frozen. And sobbing.
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"What happened now?" I asked.
"Thele is a dayyam (demon/ghost) under my bed." she whimpered.
"Please Pranathi, enough." I said.
"Thele is a dayyam under my bed, please take me out of here." her whimpering got louder.
"Why are you doing this to me Pranathi? Yesterday you said your dayyam wanted to kill me and now you say it's hiding under your bed."
"Ith thcary and mean. Pick me up from the bed."
"I'm just tired of your lies Pranathi. You and your dayyam have made my life miserable. Miserable I tell you, I've had more than enough!" all my frustration and loathing was spilling out.
"Please akka, please believe me akka. It's right under my bed! Mother deadh promise akka!" now she was crying in a louder voice.
"Fine, let's see what's under."I sighed.
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I knelt down and peeked into the partial darkness under the bed. And I saw Pranathi there, in a crawl.
"Akka there is a dayyam on my bed. That is not me." she whispered.
In shock I looked onto the bed again. Pranathi there again. "Akka thele is a dayyam under my bed akka, please!" tears were flowing down her face. My mouth felt paralyzed. I looked down again.
"That ith not me you muth believe me akka!" the Pranathi under the bed said. I looked up again.
"YOU CAN HEAR ITH!! ITH SPEAKING IN MY VOICE! TAKE ME OUT OF HERE PLEASE". I looked down again.
"Akka please don't take hel she isn't the leal one! She's lying" Pranathi under the bed now started sobbing. If there is a 1% chance that Pranathi was in this room, I knew running away from there was not an option.
"WHY DON'T YOU BELIEVE ME AKKA?? YOU THAW ITH AKKA!! I KNOW YOU THAW ITH! WHY AL YOU LISTENiNG TO IT. YOU NEVER BELIEVE ME" the Pranathi above was freaking out. A guilt crept in. I kept my hand on the bed. The other part of my mind whisked me again to under the bed.
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The Pranathi below now stuck her head out. "I will sthop lying akka. I am vely solly. Please believe me this time. GET OUT." she struggled to say this amisdt her feeble low wailing.
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I reached in and pulled out the Pranathi below the bed. Instantly the crying from the top of the bed stopped. Holding Pranathi in my arms I looked up.
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Nothing was there on the bed any longer.
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Now my gaze fell upon to under the bed where from Pranathi's legs had come out just a moment ago. A familiar pair of glowing eyes made themselves apparent in the darkness. A hand suddenly gripped my foot. And then it showed itself by popping its face out. A pair of horns, a blue yet scarred and broken up face. As if shattered. Exposing bits of flesh underneath and all over. It opened its jaws to show the blackness between its two sets of long teeth.
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I leapt back and ran away from the room with Pranathi in my arms. I ran down the stairs and out the front entrance. Only then did I look back. A horned silhouette. Giant and hairy. Gazing at me at the front entrance with its glowing eyes clear in the night and at a distance. I looked forward. I heard a loud thud as if a big stone felt down, from where the silhouette was. I kept running without looking back.
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I wasn't chased.
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I haven't come back inside the house since. That fucking night watchman was nowhere to be seen either. As dawn broke, some courage seeped in and we came back into our lawn. The bomma was there- lying on the ground at the front entrance. As if dropped on its side. I don't know what else to do now. I still don't. So I'm writing this. In the hopes that penning this down would help, if not me, the reader, to piece everything together. Pranathi is sleeping, still clung to me as I sit here in our lawn. She looked out for me. And I...trusted her. And trusting her saved me tonight. I still don't know whether I can do so in future. But I choose to look at her with trust and not anything untoward. A meow was heard and in the distance a black cat appeared, staring at us. It was the cat that Pranathi used to go on about. With some confidence from the the sun's rays I tied the bomma back to the entrance. And with that trust I step back inside my home.
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May 11th
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Got in a good night's rest the previous night. And day. Amma and Nanna came back prematurely from their trip. Worried that there was no answering to any of their calls through the evening and night. I apologized for being unresponsive.
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I readied Pranathi for school. And I myself for office. I texted Prakash and patched things up with him. But I did postpone our 'date' telling that I was taking Pranathi to Yogi Bear Park. Turns out he was quite understanding of my general feeling of 'stress at the workplace' and thus my absence the previous day. He said he would do something to "ease the work culture at the company".
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Things are back to normal, finally. Even better, perhaps.
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I combed Pranathi's hair after she wore her school bag. "Where is your hairband?" I asked. "The bomma took ith" she answered.
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A momentary dread took over. Was I doomed? After all these events? I then remembered what I chose to do.
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"Okay, I'll ask the bomma." I said. She hugged me before she left. After sending her off to her school bus stop, I approached the entrance where the bomma lay. I stared into its eyes. The rakshasa on it seemed to look back. Like an ever watchful, guarding presence. With a feeling of 'here goes nothing', I awkwardly blurt out- "Your work is done. She faces no threat from me. You probably know how I look at her now. Now please return what you took."
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A long silence followed. I certainly felt like an idiot waiting for a response. Maybe I was certainly was being one. As I stared awkwardly, my gaze fell upon a place that I had not noticed before. The dishti bomma is suspended at the entrance to the house by a rope and obviously that rope was hanging on a nail. And on that nail I saw - Pranathi's hairband.
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June 1st
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*post removed*
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END

Part 1 - https://www.reddit.com/DrCreepensVault/comments/wn8j3m/i_cast_an_evil_eye_on_my_younger_sister_and_now/
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May 8th
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WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME??
​
HOW COULD IT COME BACK?? HOW THE HELL COULD IT COME BACK?! Pranathi already went off to school at the time I gave it off so why is the bomma back??
​
As soon as I came back from office today I saw it. Just lying on the floor by the entrance. With a bit of the head broken and with some cracks. As if....resilient. I get the usual kind of reply from Pranathi as I call her outside. The response was not atypical of her. The bomma....FOLLOWED her on the way back from school she says.
​
"But ith thcared off all the dogs in the way, even Thoffee" she said. Toffee was the mutt she occasionally feeds at the school bus stop. Which leads me to certainly believe that it was Pranathi who brought it back. But...HOW??? What is the alternative explanation?? That some coconut shell came to life and....followed my little sister home? No no no...
​
I need to get a grip. Maybe Yadayya gave it to Pranathi? Why would he do that? Maybe he didn't need it? But he was supposed to go to Mysore and not return anytime soon. Yadayya is one of father's trusted drivers. He always delivers to the processed sandalwood plant and brings it to father's godown. Why would he wait for Pranathi to go to school to give it back? Wait, why would I believe Pranathi about the returning-from-school bit? Pranathi probably just stole it before Yadayya left? Very possible. But she already left for school that day!
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Alright.
​
I was once told that writing my thoughts can help me relieve stress and anxiety so maybe...I should think more about the...alternate explanation? Which is....huh...which is that there is something supernatural going on and it's not some trivial psychological fantasy. A part of me is honestly, truthfully scared that the rakshasa in that bomma is haunting me. And that all these bizarre episodes are connected....because of that reason. I must confess that I looked up this stuff online and yes I did find the usual trivia that these dishti bommas or nazar battus are used to ward off evil spirits and prevent evil eye. Yada yada. One astrologer in a video argues that putting pictures of rakshasas also opens up your house to rakshasic, demonic elements. Ugh, why am I listening to the words of astrologers now? And...why is this thing haunting me?
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"You didn't tie it up properly that day and did it in a hurry. Always in a hurry", my mother said, admonishing my father about the now cracked bomma. They didn't notice I had given it away the previous day, but now they notice the condition of that ominous thing lying at their front door?! I didn't want to tell them. Did I just say 'ominous'? Ugh.
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I had half a mind to say "Let's get rid of it".
​
Before I could say anything my mother burst out at my father- "Arey please put it back. This is the last thing that Suri gave us. And this time please tie it properly!"
​
My father came back with a stool as my mother went inside.
"Prithika why you just standing outside. You scared to come inside your own home or what?"
"It's nothing, nanna" I said.
​
Father climbed the stool. "Hand that to me please" he said, motioning to me. I was momentarily paralyzed.
​
When I had come back home and I saw it- I didn't touch it. I couldn't. Now I picked it up and gave it to father. It looked like it was...decaying. Maybe the coconut shell was never dried properly? I think this was the first time in a while I am getting a closer look at it.
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"Who gives this thing as a present? You know this was a present given by Suri peddananna right?"
"Yes I'm aware nanna."
"To whom, you know?"
"To the family?"
"No. To Pranathi."
"Huh?" my psyche blanked.
"I wondered who would give such a thing to a kid. Your mother's brother was quite the interesting character. It's not some toy that Pranathi could play so we just put it up here." he said.
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I helped him get down the stool. I then asked him, trying to confirm a suspicion.
"Nanna, how is business going?" He sighed. "Remember Yaadayya? His lorry broke down in the middle almost hitting another vehicle."
"Is he okay??"
"Yeah yeah. But....half of the supplies fell off from the back of the bus. I'm just glad no-one got hurt. Should probably tell him to stop drinking or something." he remarked.
Holding my father's hand, I begrudgingly and anxiously, entered my own home.
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My father then updated me. "By the way, your mother and I are going to Mysore tomorrow for 4-5 days. I need to set the business in order considering some or the other bizarre incident has been messing with the transportation of goods.
"Why is amma going though?" I asked, taken aback.
"I've hardly ever given your mother a proper tour of Mysore. Kept nagging me for decades. Never too late I suppose." he replied.
I clenched his hand harder. A sudden fear of complete abandonment washed over me.
"Arey we are not scouting for some guy for you, don't worry. Although we have some acquaintances over there to whom we could talk to haha" my father replied. I hugged my father. I shed a tear or two.
"Areyrerey why this now. I told you right, we're just going to visit and come back? Chinnari should be the one getting emotional like this. You be a big good elder sister and take care of her" he said. "Yes nanna." I assured him.
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At night I got a knock at the door again. It was Pranathi. And she had....tears in her eyes. I took her inside the room, where she resumed to sob silently.
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"What happened today" I asked. She answered in more tears and hugged me. "I don't wanth you to die" she said. Now this is frightening me.
"Why would I die?"
"It thaid ith going to kill you. I don't wanth you to die akka." she said. My mind didn't even need to ask what 'it' was. I already knew. But at the moment my protective instinct overcame my fright and I attended to my sister's tears.
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After some brief consoling, I let her sleep in my room.
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As she was dozing off, I couldn't help but ask.
"Pranathi. Why didn't you tell me about this bomma all these days?"
"Hmm? Akka, thoday no....the bomma was following me no..."
"Yeah yeah..." I sighed. Not that tale again.
"Thofee was also following. But bomma dinth like. It attacked thofee. I cried and toldh it to sthop." she said, clasping tightly at the bedsheet and pulling it toward the side. I wiped her tears.
Pranathi said, sobbing, "The bomma is madh akka. Later ith toldh it will kill you. Bomma noth good anymore."
The dread was coming back to me. "Pranathi if this is some joke I am not laughing. It is not funny. Is that thing really trying to kill me? You are telling the truth right?" I asked, shuddering and almost shedding a tear.
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She kept her hand over my head. "I swear on you akka. Bomma was with me everydhay from when Suri peddanaana gave to me akka. Everydhay seeing me. All this thime it didnt do anything, only now it attacked thofee and I dont want ith to kill you!" she hugged around my arm. I started rubbing her back.
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It's been almost 9 years since Suri peddananna gifted the bomma and dying few months later. It's been......all this time? The full gravity of it was something I was not ready to confront. I wanted to yell and ask more but I couldn't. I continued rubbing her back.
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"Where is it now?" I asked. Pranathi glanced toward the door. I looked as well. I thought I saw a shadow from under the door. It walked away. In reflex I drew my legs towards me, holding Pranathi tight.
"I toldh katti to it." she said. "I thaidh not to come to me. It wonth". Took me almost 30 minutes to get my nerves back on track.
I wanted to ask her so many things. Whether all these years she spoke the truth. About her report cards, her strange stories, even about the times she scapegoated me in front of our parents. I noticed her hand.
"Show me your hand." I remarked.
"Nothing nothing" she said.
"SHOW"
"Promise akka nothing." This time she didn't put her hand on my head. Shaking my head, I took her hand and opened her palm. Seemed like bite marks. I didn't want to ask and wonder to death myself what caused that. Was it Toffee or....something else.
"We're going to the doctor's tomorrow and getting an injection whether you like it or not" I said. She protested of-course. This girl is really something.
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She is now sleeping as I am typing this. I must try to sleep as well or I may go crazy.
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EDIT: I heard a knock on the door again as I was sleeping. My mind was then angry at Pranathi for disturbing my already ruined sleep cycle, only to momentarily realize that Pranathi was sound asleep next to me. I did not answer. I did not hear a knock again.
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It's almost sunrise. Nothing else happened. I am taking Pranathi to the hospital today for a rabies vaccine, having not slept for the rest of the night.
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May 10th
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I haven't slept in over 48 hours. But it is not delirium I know it. I am much much ahead of that state of mind. No other details should matter. I am typing this from my phone, from outside the house, in the garden. Pranathi is with me. Also a black cat. Forgot what she named it. The rakshasa hasn't come back again, but in the case it does I hope someone is able to find out what happened with me. I am not entering the house. Pranathi will be safe that is for certain.
​
After her vaccination I dropped her off late at school and explained her delayed attendance to her teachers. I went off to office after that. Prakash tried asking whether something was wrong but I couldn't say anything. He deemed dejected but didn't pester me further. Just past the sunset of May 9th I was surprised to find Pranathi holed up in her own room considering the affairs of the night previous to that. I saw the dim light from the night lamp coming from under her closed door. Our parents had already left for Mysore and a part of me knew what that meant for me. I approached her room and heard some more sobbing. I entered. Pranathi was laying on her bed, frozen. And sobbing.
​
"What happened now?" I asked.
"Thele is a dayyam (demon/ghost) under my bed." she whimpered.
"Please Pranathi, enough." I said.
"Thele is a dayyam under my bed, please take me out of here." her whimpering got louder.
"Why are you doing this to me Pranathi? Yesterday you said your dayyam wanted to kill me and now you say it's hiding under your bed."
"Ith thcary and mean. Pick me up from the bed."
"I'm just tired of your lies Pranathi. You and your dayyam have made my life miserable. Miserable I tell you, I've had more than enough!" all my frustration and loathing was spilling out.
"Please akka, please believe me akka. It's right under my bed! Mother deadh promise akka!" now she was crying in a louder voice.
"Fine, let's see what's under."I sighed.
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I knelt down and peeked into the partial darkness under the bed. And I saw Pranathi there, in a crawl.
"Akka there is a dayyam on my bed. That is not me." she whispered.
In shock I looked onto the bed again. Pranathi there again. "Akka thele is a dayyam under my bed akka, please!" tears were flowing down her face. My mouth felt paralyzed. I looked down again.
"That ith not me you muth believe me akka!" the Pranathi under the bed said. I looked up again.
"YOU CAN HEAR ITH!! ITH SPEAKING IN MY VOICE! TAKE ME OUT OF HERE PLEASE". I looked down again.
"Akka please don't take hel she isn't the leal one! She's lying" Pranathi under the bed now started sobbing. If there is a 1% chance that Pranathi was in this room, I knew running away from there was not an option.
"WHY DON'T YOU BELIEVE ME AKKA?? YOU THAW ITH AKKA!! I KNOW YOU THAW ITH! WHY AL YOU LISTENiNG TO IT. YOU NEVER BELIEVE ME" the Pranathi above was freaking out. A guilt crept in. I kept my hand on the bed. The other part of my mind whisked me again to under the bed.
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The Pranathi below now stuck her head out. "I will sthop lying akka. I am vely solly. Please believe me this time. GET OUT." she struggled to say this amisdt her feeble low wailing.
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I reached in and pulled out the Pranathi below the bed. Instantly the crying from the top of the bed stopped. Holding Pranathi in my arms I looked up.
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Nothing was there on the bed any longer.
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Now my gaze fell upon to under the bed where from Pranathi's legs had come out just a moment ago. A familiar pair of glowing eyes made themselves apparent in the darkness. A hand suddenly gripped my foot. And then it showed itself by popping its face out. A pair of horns, a blue yet scarred and broken up face. As if shattered. Exposing bits of flesh underneath and all over. It opened its jaws to show the blackness between its two sets of long teeth.
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I leapt back and ran away from the room with Pranathi in my arms. I ran down the stairs and out the front entrance. Only then did I look back. A horned silhouette. Giant and hairy. Gazing at me at the front entrance with its glowing eyes clear in the night and at a distance. I looked forward. I heard a loud thud as if a big stone felt down, from where the silhouette was. I kept running without looking back.
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I wasn't chased.
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I haven't come back inside the house since. That fucking night watchman was nowhere to be seen either. As dawn broke, some courage seeped in and we came back into our lawn. The bomma was there- lying on the ground at the front entrance. As if dropped on its side. I don't know what else to do now. I still don't. So I'm writing this. In the hopes that penning this down would help, if not me, the reader, to piece everything together. Pranathi is sleeping, still clung to me as I sit here in our lawn. She looked out for me. And I...trusted her. And trusting her saved me tonight. I still don't know whether I can do so in future. But I choose to look at her with trust and not anything untoward. A meow was heard and in the distance a black cat appeared, staring at us. It was the cat that Pranathi used to go on about. With some confidence from the the sun's rays I tied the bomma back to the entrance. And with that trust I step back inside my home.
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Got in a good night's rest the previous night. And day. Amma and Nanna came back prematurely from their trip. Worried that there was no answering to any of their calls through the evening and night. I apologized for being unresponsive.
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I readied Pranathi for school. And I myself for office. I texted Prakash and patched things up with him. But I did postpone our 'date' telling that I was taking Pranathi to Yogi Bear Park. Turns out he was quite understanding of my general feeling of 'stress at the workplace' and thus my absence the previous day. He said he would do something to "ease the work culture at the company".
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Things are back to normal, finally. Even better, perhaps.
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I combed Pranathi's hair after she wore her school bag. "Where is your hairband?" I asked. "The bomma took ith" she answered.
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A momentary dread took over. Was I doomed? After all these events? I then remembered what I chose to do.
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"Okay, I'll ask the bomma." I said. She hugged me before she left. After sending her off to her school bus stop, I approached the entrance where the bomma lay. I stared into its eyes. The rakshasa on it seemed to look back. Like an ever watchful, guarding presence. With a feeling of 'here goes nothing', I awkwardly blurt out- "Your work is done. She faces no threat from me. You probably know how I look at her now. Now please return what you took."
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A long silence followed. I certainly felt like an idiot waiting for a response. Maybe I was certainly was being one. As I stared awkwardly, my gaze fell upon a place that I had not noticed before. The dishti bomma is suspended at the entrance to the house by a rope and obviously that rope was hanging on a nail. And on that nail I saw - Pranathi's hairband.
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Original title - Dishti Bomma
May 6th - 2019
I am starting to write this journal/blog/series of entries to make sense of bizarre and suspiciously supernatural set of occurrences- to make sense of it all from a rational perspective. Since I need to elaborate on the background on the story this first entry may be a bit long, but hopefully it would help me connect it all in the end. I initially started writing to be put out on a Freethinkers' forum on facebook but after having unsatisfactory explanations I felt this would be an avenue where I could get some better answers. But as you will learn the finality of the story still feels like a nightmare that has come to life. I can only wish it was only a nightmare. The starting and now, as it seems, the ending point of the story is not me but my sister, Pranathi. Sigh..
My little sister Pranathi is a compulsive liar. There doesn't go a day where she doesn't lie. I don't know where she got it from. It's not like we live in an abnormal family either. I am a 27 year old working in IT here in Hyderabad, India and working full time to stave off parents' demands for getting married year after year. My father runs an agarbatti - incense stick business and is hardly ever at home since his work takes him to Mysore often. And my mother works as a teacher. Both us daughters were raised with equal love and care. But then..sigh...
I don't think she is a bad or a malicious kid. She's in 5th grade in DAV. She studies well- except for whenever she is not lying about her mark sheets and report card. And that is every time! The mistake I think was that we didn't think much of it. 'She is just a little girl' folks at home used to think. Not me of course. That father of mine- he has mainly spoiled her. Why does he pamper her like that? 'Chinnari chinnari' (little one) he calls her. Why is it not a big deal that your chinnari lies about her school summer camp and I have to pick her up leaving my work- why is it not a big deal deal that chinnari says that her class teacher turned into a ghost (dayyam as she calls it) and is scaring the students, which she illustrated in class too by the way. I still remember that drawing. The teacher looked like Shabana Azmi from that hindi movie Makdee. Gave me the creeps as well. Why is it not a big deal that chinnari lies about whether she came in school bus or autorickshaw? Or that dogs on the streets can talk to her and they all helped her reach home?
I try to talk to her like a normal sister would you know- ask her what is happening in her life. She says nothing really happens. But where from do all these stories come from then? Sigh. I should stop ranting about her wild imaginations. And rather maybe, understand them? Or else that...thing... would come again. What that thing is something I may know as the entries progress.
Since I started writing this journal only after the bizarre occurrences transpired I will try to recreate three separate entries from memory. Yes, I'm going that extra mile so that if I'm....no more... someone else may find this blog and hopefully piece together what is happening to me.
April 6th - 2019
I had enough of this girl this day. It was the day of Ugadi. Considered the Telugu New Year. I'm not one for festivities but I don't mind them either. But the part I do complain about is the puja and other religious ceremonies that happen. My mother also loves to draw a muggu in front of the house even on this day. Folks from other parts of India may call it Rangoli. And if you don't know what that is- then google it. Mother finished the muggu and was doing preparations in the puja room. Father had some urgent work with seeing to a truck delivery and would come back just in time for aarthi ie. when the puja would be finished. Office did not me provide a holiday but I took a leave anyway. I was asked to see to all the little decorations around the house. So as you can imagine- utter chaos. Coming to Pranathi- she first lied about where the stone to break the coconut with was. Then about where the fruits that go as prasadam were. She ate two of the bananas that were meant for offering to the idols. I was already mad from the previous day because she lied that no report card was given at school. And what did she say when confronted? It was eaten up by the dogs on the way. Ughhhhhh.
I get a call. It's from work. When I'm on leave?! seriously? It's noisy inside. So I step out the front door. Not even a minute passes since the songs calling for " Prithikaaaaa" start. I couldn't close the door since it needed to be open while the puja went on. I step further away. It's Prakash my project manager on the call. He needs me to verify some front-end code. My mind has no room for work right now. I see Pranathi stepping out, in her usual waltzy manner. She's looking at me. Prakash says the client wants the work done today. She is about to speak to me.
"Amma wanth you to come insidh. Aalthi will starth soon..." she said in her lisp-y self.
I put Prakash on hold. "Tell her I got a call from office. It'll take a while"
"She wanth you to come now"
"What, can't you see I'm on a call??"
I turn away and bargain deadlines with Prakash. Pranathi waltz her way inside, this time stepping on the muggu while doing so. Not just the side, but the center, strewing about all the color patterns.
"Ayyy!! Oh sorry wasn't shouting at you Prakash."
A minute later when the call ends I turn around to the front of the house where my mother is staring at me, wrists on her hips, furious at me.
"What happened?" I asked.
"What do you mean what happened? I spent 3 hours this morning while you were having your beauty sleep drawing this pattern for the muggu and you just step on it like that?!"
"No it wasn't me."
"Puja is going on but you can't afford to not be on your phone?? Nice now even your father is here." she remarks, looking into the distance.
I turn back to see nanna being dropped off by a lorry. Being dropped off by Yadayya. His main driver who tranports bulk of his goods.
"What is the altercation right in the morning. Arey rey.." he remarks looking down on the spoilt muggu.
"I worked 3 hours on this. Followed a youtube video to the last detail"
"How did this happen?" my father asked.
"It wasn't me."
"Pranathiiii!!" my father called her outside. She comes out, without a care in the world. She is careful to NOT step on the muggu and hugs her father.
"Pranathi how did this happen?" my mother is insistent.
"Akka. She was busy on phone", Pranathi said.
"What? No!"
"Arey we all have work sometimes. These things happen. Did you take a picture of it on your phone once you finished it?" asked my father.
"Yes" said my mother.
"Then leave it."
My mother didn't say anything further. But her look of contempt conveyed everything she wanted to say. Nanna took Pranathi inside, who didn't even peek a look in my direction.
I was internally furious. That....ughhh.
I walk closer to the entrance. I see inside. Amma has gone into the puja room. Nanna was picking up Pranathi who was playing with the leaves that were kept as decorations along the walls.
My mind then went to a darker place. That wretched little demon. That conniving bitch. And she does it all in such a nonchalant manner. She knew I didn't do it, and she knows she stepped on it. I can see color marks on her bare foot. Were my parents blind as well? Spoilt her enough to be--her. Just drop on her head and be done with it!
[[THUD]]
Something big, blue and what I thought were a bunch of sharp teeth fell right in front of me.
"Prithikaa!" Everyone rushes outside. I see and observe the large object that would have landed on my head and have injured me severely if I had inched closer.
On the floor- I got a good look at what that thing was. It's an object. This object is called by multiple names.'Cheshm Nazar', 'Nazar Gorboni', 'Nazar Battu, 'Bedaru Bombe', 'Dishti Bomma'- called differently in different languages- it 'adorns' the front of our house. Here this object is a hard coconut shell painted with a rakshasa's face. It is kept to ward off the evil eye and other evil spirits. I never noticed it on top of the entrance to my house, but there it was. With a shade of blue to show skin with eyes that are red and yellow. I used to think it was well colored considering dishti bommas look a lot more overdrawn, usually. It was gifted to the family by my peddananna (mother's elder brother) on his Cambodia trip. Shortly after which he died. He really liked chinnari. Sigh. Anyway who would give that as a gift?? You could have gifted me a new phone, Peddananna. Instead you bring this to accidentally fall on my head. Well, almost. Needless to say, I find nothing good about that face now.
Was it a coincidence? I pray that it is. Needless to say, aarthi did not happen that day.
April 13th - 2019
Since that day I have fallen particularly ill. I have taken 'leave' from office. I say leave in quotes because I still have to work from home even if it is sick leave. One would think that taking rest from home would help my fever but it has been progressively getting worse. I'm not stupid enough to connect this to the events of that day since I've had no time to go to the doctor as well. My company has not been doing well so I have been feeling the crunch from the workload. I'm also seeing Pranathi more often since I'm at home and that really throws me off mood. Come to think of it I have not spoken to her since. Why would I? But something peculiar happened tonight.
Since I'm sick I've been trying to sleep in a separate room. Currently my ammamma's (grandmother's) room since she died about a year ago and it has since been unoccupied. God forbid 'chinnari' catch a fever from me right? Good for me I wouldn't be sleeping in the same room as her and listening to her made up fantasies. The sickness although doesn't let me sleep well. Tonight I was rolling around in bed, unsuccessful at sleep when I started to hear noises from Pranathi's room. To...whatever imaginary friend she made up that day. But tonight...I think...I heard a voice answer back in return. That alerted me but I knew that Pranathi is known to modulate her voice when role-playing so I didn't think much of it. "Ah that little demon is just conversing with herself" I thought. So I walked up-to her room. The door was closed. I could hear voices inside. Voices. Plural. I knew I was tired but I definitely heard two voices simultaneously in there. And both voices seemed like... Pranathi's. Okay so she is talking to herself. But it felt like her voices were coming from....different points of the room at the same time. Totally weirded out, I slammed on her door.
"People are trying to sleep here, okay! You are free to ruin yours but don't ruin mine!" I said angrily, but not too loudly of course. The voices now stopped. I get back to my room to resume my unsuccessful attempt at getting some sleep.
I hear her room door creaking. What is she doing now?? I get up and open my room door to see a cold faced Pranathi at the entrance of my room, staring at me.
"Akka, thele is a cat in the garden."
"What are you even doing in the garden?? Weren't you in your room just now?"
"Come see!" She holds me by the hand and leads me to the staircase. Her face is expressionless. Oddly, the blabbermouth is just a girl of few words right now. The rooms below were not in total darkness because there is usually a dimmer light-bulb controlled by a switch by the bottom of the stairs. I look downstairs. The front door was open. Also I must inform that Indian houses do not have porches but a light source is usually installed toward the outside, right above the front door. And that light-bulb tonight was switched on. Did someone get in?? On high alert, I descend down slowly.
"Just go it's in the garden!" Pranathi coldly exclaimed.
"Did YOU open the door?" I asked as I descended about four steps.
"The cath wath knocking." she said. My heart was now beating fast.
"Pranathi, tell me who knocked" I hissed.
"Cath knocked. I opened. It lan off into galden".
"Pranathi, this is serious. Who knocked on the door?" I had two more steps to get to ground floor.
"Aley you can hear the cat in the garden". This time she was suddenly right behind me. I yanked myself forward toward the front door. After adjusting myself I looked out from behind the open door. A few blades of grass were visible in the lawn by the bulb. But beyond that, blackness. Pranathi was holding my hand, looking outward. After a few seconds of listening to crickets chirping, I heard it. The purring of a cat. Pranathi suddenly leaves my hand and rushes into the dark ahead.
"Pranathi!" I exclaim and rush forward. Suddenly a blue head drops in front of me. I trip backward and fall.
I saw two glowing eyes suspended in air- staring back at me . I was about to shriek any second.
I think a second later some blood streamed into my brain and my...rationalist mind kicked in for me to see what was going on. It's the dishti bomma. This time suspended in air and facing me just beyond the front door. My mind, only human, had been startled. The rakshasa (demon) face was painted on with a certain kind of dye that reflects heavily when light falls on it- here the one coming from the bulb situated above the front door. And it wasn't tied properly so the rope gave way. My mind then adjusted to the fact that the door was still open. And Pranathi was just standing outside it. Staring at me.
"What happened to the cat now?" I asked.
"Ith went off" she said.
"Liar"
"Plomise ith ran away!"
I pulled her inside. I live in a big gated complex with one security guard about a kilometer away from the front gate but that also meant that each individual house does not have its own security. We don't even have any immediate neighbors. So I need to be alert. After a glance outside I quickly closed the door. I closed it over the hanging, glowing eyes. I switched off the front door light.
I listened for a while for any other sounds. Then I hissed again at Pranathi. "Don't just venture off into the dark like that!"
After taking her upstairs I keep pestering about who knocked on the door. She gave the usual reply.
"So you are lying about the knock on the door also then." I sighed.
"No akka..."
A loud voice comes from the other room. It's Amma.
"Will you girls even sleep. What panchayat you folks are holding in the middle of the night??"
"Do this again I will wake up Amma and tell her"
"But I didn't do anything...."
With a heavy sigh I go back to my room. After a while, sleep did creep in owing to my sheer exhaustion. The voices commenced in the other room but I was too tired.
To recall, the bomma was angled pretty perfectly to face me, was it not?
April 27th - 2019
I've been trying to avoid looking or talking to Pranathi even at dinner times. "Hello akka" she says over the dinner table, even though I try not to respond. Does she not get the message? Maybe she does this on purpose. My fever's gone and I have resumed going to work but I am still sleeping in my grandma's room. I still hear the voices at night from time to time. So it was a bit strange that whatever transpired tonight even did. My skeptic mind is hard at work trying to unpack whatever it is I saw. If I do it, it will be updated in the next journal entry.
Work has been stressing me out so I do come back home tired. The tiredness helps me go to bed as soon as I hit it, voices or no. Tonight....I heard a gentle knock on my door. Don't know how many times it was knocked on since I slept. I finally wake, drowsy. I open it. Stone-cold Pranathi again. No, she had a little smirk.
"Cat came downthairs."
"What? Are you mad? Why did you bring it in??"
"Aley I didn'th. It's alleady there."
"Stop lying, tell me where you found it!!"
"I just thaw it in the living loom. Mothel dead plomise!" she said with a hand on her head.
Instinctively, I take the hand off her head. "Don't make promises like that!" I scowl.
Knowing full well she just sneaked a cat in, I walked to the edge of the staircase again and looked down. It was pitch black this time. The dim bulb that alights the bottom floor past bedtime has not been turned on this time.
My eyes quickly try to locate the switch in the dark. The switch for this bulb is by the bottom of the staircase. Curiosity they say killed the cat. I walk slowly down the stairs in darkness. A part of me on edge.
I look back at Pranathi who hasn't descended with me.
"Where is the cat? I don't see it."
"Ith a black cat you can't thee ith in the dark"
"Joke ah?" I quip. She doesn't respond.
It was awfully quiet, I noticed. I could hear myself breathing. Although only mine, no-one else's. A note to the readers at this point- the logic of a drowsy mind does not make much sense, even to the person conjuring up the thoughts and the logic behind said thoughts.
Halfway down the stairs....I see them. Right before where the front door should be. Glowing eyes. I could feel them staring right at me. They were transfixed on my movement as I descended down slowly.
"So there is a cat after all!" I say and turn back. Pranathi isn't there any more. Strange.
I look back again. The eyes are still there. Now I could recognize these weren't cat eyes. It's a different....glow.
Wait, this was the same glow from few nights ago. My mind after momentary pondering- gave me an answer. Ah, it's the eyes of the dishti bomma. From beyond the front door. I just blamed this erroneous observation on my drowsiness and completely descended the stairs. I was feeling the wall on the right side. I found the switch. I just had to turn it on.
I proceeded to not turn it on considering the fact that this Schrödinger's cat inside the house might get startled by a sudden light. Plus my eyes were getting accustomed to the dark. My mind then brought up a question. Was I sure it was only a cat? Why was this light switched off? Amma never forgets to switch it on after dinner. Did somebody switch it off? Or...did an intruder get inside the house that night and is still hiding somewhere? This jolted me up and my drowsiness vanished. I look around. The dishti bomma's eyes were certainly apparent in the dark.
It hit me then. THE FRONT DOOR IS CLOSED. There is no light source for me to be able to see what I am seeing. The eyes are still on me, having totally deviated from their initial line of sight. WHAT IS EVEN LOOKING AT ME? My eyes were indeed getting accustomed to the dark and things were getting more visible. And I could see....a figure forming around the eyes. Then I heard....breathing.
A sudden fear irked me and I did NOT turn on the light. I instead turned and bolted back upstairs into my parents' bedroom. I shout to them that there was someone downstairs. My father makes a call to the night watchman who runs to our house in about few minutes' time from the front gate. In the meantime my father gets Pranathi into the room. She trudged in, as if woken up from sleep. What even is this girl?? I did not speak a word. After he arrived, the watchman and my father together make a scan of the entire house. I didn't venture down at all. They found nothing. The watchman promised to make extra rounds around my house. My startled parents comfort me and lead me to the bathroom to help wash my face and get my nerves back. I finally go back to my room after not being able to fall asleep in my parents' bedroom. Pranathi also does.
I think stress coupled with an unhealthy sleep cycle can make a person see things? The voices from Pranathi's room I still hear. Those are certainly there.
May 5th
Tonight I felt knocking on my door past bedtime. Little footsteps outside the door. I did not answer. The footsteps retreat. But only after a while. I was too sleepy to count the minutes. Apart from this no unusual activity this past week. Nanna's business hasn't been doing well. One of his truck drivers died after meeting with an accident on the highway. They might do a puja to remove "shanidosham" tomorrow it seems. Why are they so superstitious I wonder.
At office Prakash asked to discuss some work over biryani for lunch. I turned it down since I am always exhausted to discuss work. But thinking back maybe he was trying to ask me out? Not a bad face for an IT office. Wonder what HR would say...
May 6th (continued)
Since I've recounted all the relevant past dates, I should be able to record today's events. Something is really, really off. Amma and Nanna conducted a puja today to resolve bad luck or the evil eye my father fears has beset the family. Some "Satyanarayana vratham" it seems. And since they're extra religious, I mean superstitious, even a homam was performed. For the folks outside the culture a homam is a ceremony with a fire burning in the centre. Mantras are uttered while aiding the fire to burn.
The priest/pujari was also a weird one. He was enthusiastically stating how this particular puja was a one size fits all treatment for ill things that befall in life. Also bestows long life and fortune. Even provides moksha. Haha didn't know Hinduism even had that. It really is the same everywhere isn't it. Anyway. You would think that the psychological placebo effect would do the trick of getting my parents' minds in order. But it was unusual that my parents' anxiety filled the day- rendering every facet of the puja to be in disarray. My mother took too long to wear the sari, the little decorations were not completely ready by the time the pujari arrived and even my father. the meticulous planner, forgot to buy ghee for the homam. Nothing about the ceremony went according to plan that day. More chaos that it was on Ugadi. This time I was the one getting all the paraphernalia- lime, coconut, flour, flowers- at the right time when everything seems to be in the wrong place when the puja started. Pranathi was calmly sitting in her father's lap. Coddled as ever. Guess sitting and getting pampered did not require any preparation.
"There is a dosha or dishti that has permeated through your house, madam garu" he said to my mother.
There came a point when the wood to keep the fire running in the homam was needed. As usual, my mother started bickering about where she last left it. I bring it to drop in the fire. My glance falls to Pranathi. As the fire starts to grow so does some smoke. She starts to cough. Then, a certain delight washes over me- seeing that. And mentioning this detail may be important now- at that moment, a portion of my mind wished she choked.
"PRITHIKAAAAA!!!!"
My father screamed, with his hand motioning in my direction. I look to my rear and see that my sari caught fire. I was paralyzed to think what to do next. I just started unwrapping it there, but the fire would have caught onto my blouse the next second. Naana gets up and quickly pulls me into the garden. I start unwrapping the cloth round and round. He unloads the garden hose onto me with full force. And extinguishes what was rampantly about to devour me in a second's time. I suffered no burns and mysteriously only the little end portion of the sari was burnt off. It had seemed like a big flame only a moment ago. Felt like it would have completely engulfed me. My eyes- during this quick ordeal had fallen to the entrance of the house. And I saw those malicious eyes at me. It was the rakshasa on the dishti bomma. Its eyes were on me. I was sure of it. No denying that. That *thing* is onto me.
My parents try to take me back inside but I resisted. I was too shaken, not by the fire but what I saw after that. I insisted I stay in the garden. Facing away from the house of course.
"It's okay if your daughter is there, it's important you two finish it if you really want to resolve your problems. Just don't forget to make her eat the prasadham once done" the pujari said, convincing my parents to finish off what was started.
I kept glancing into the house from time to time after that. Of course, not looking at the bomma. Surprisingly the puja went smoothly after that incident. No issue.
"See the puja is already taking effect. Now we'll end the puja with story telling and having prasadham" the pujari remarked.
Sigh. There is no dosha. There is no evil eye. Such a thing is psychologically explained where maliciousness from a person causes perception of harm in the other person, affirming the belief of the gaze being evil!
But I couldn't help but notice one thing. What was a chaotic day went smooth after my incident. No, it was right after I went outside the house. As if my exit temporarily relieved the family. I was the trigger point. I was the dosha? Was I the...evil eye?
My mother took me in finally, wrapped me in her old langa-oni. I can't sleep now. Writing this blog is the only thing keeping me going. I've lost lot of weight....
Prakash texted about biryani again for tomorrow. I can't..I just can't.
Okay, I'm not letting some silly superstitious magic get a hold of me. I'm getting rid of that bomma tomorrow.
*edit* I'm typing again into this entry after getting woken up by a laugh. I'm not sure whether it was from a nightmare or from Pranathi's room. I'm not able to place the voice behind that laughter. If it's from a different room my parents would have heard it right? Maybe I'm just overthinking this. I shall try sleeping again now.
May 7th
I've got some alone time to think this through. I think it is just stress and nerves. And somehow it has all been affecting how I interpret the reality around me. I can't believe I've been so silly and eager to link some dysfunctional effects in my family onto some painted-on coconut shell! And we know what the source of these dysfunctional elements is.
And yes I'm getting rid of that bomma. Not because I believe in something supernatural but because it takes away the positivity off my day when I look at it. And my previous obsession with it didn't help. Okay, it does give me the creeps at times. More than reason enough to get rid of it. I will be taking back control of my life now.
Before leaving for work in the morning I saw Yadayya getting onto his lorry after meeting with Naana. I told him that he could take the bomma with him and put it to the back of his truck. He agreed considering he didn't have one of those hanging at the back of his lorry like most other lorries do. I don't believe in that evil eye stuff but I guessed right that he'd want something like that and even appreciate the gesture, which he did. I took the bomma off from where it usually hangs- nailed at the entrance, and gave it to Yadayya. I'm certainly not going to miss those devious looking eyes. Sorry Peddannanna.
Office was usual. Something kept me going without needing coffee. Biryani with Prakash...wasn't exactly work related after all. Not like I expected that anyway.
"You seem in a good mood today" he mentioned, somewhere in the conversation. "I take it you were....looking forward to this?" he asked.
"Oh don't flatter yourself." I couldn't help the smirk. "I guess things are getting better at home." I remarked. He smiled back.
"Haha that's nice to hear! But any major problem?" he inquired.
"Oh no no. Everything's fine. It's just...my little sister can be a pain in the ass sometimes."
"How old is she?" he asked.
"5th standard."
"Hey that's not so bad. But that's what family is kada. They annoy but you love them right?" he remarked. He really had a nice smile.
"I'm not so sure." I replied, turning my eyes away. Why did I have to make things awkward? Why am I so stupid?
Prashanth broke the silence. "So....the Network Engineering team at office is your real family after all! I'll give a good appraisal to you!"
"Hahaha I don't think HR knowing about this would please them."
"Well how would HR know? And by the way, I might be promoted to Senior Manager and shifted to another department."
"Oh! That's...uh..nice to hear. Congratulations!"
"Not just yet! But soon." he quipped.
The rest of our date, if I could call it that- was the only other thing I could remember about my day. Cause..you know...if things go well, I can manage to get out of that house. Why am I smiling as I type this? Things are turning round after all. Makes for a nice ending to these blog entries no?
May 8th
WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME??
HOW COULD IT COME BACK?? HOW THE HELL COULD IT COME BACK?! Pranathi already went off to school at the time I gave it off so why is the bomma back??
Part 2 - https://www.reddit.com/DrCreepensVault/comments/wn966u/i_cast_an_evil_eye_on_my_younger_sister_and_now/

Miss India movie lo mana anthrufunaar akka maanasa US lo chai business pedutundhi. Kani business lo baaga nashtalu vachesariki appulu chestu mellaga junkie la maarutu untundi. Amma(nadiya) nunchi malli thitlu start avthai. Deeni valla maanasika sangarshana ku lonayyi tana jeevitham lo thane villain ga maarutundhi. Vizag lo unde influential person rajendranath daggara close ga move ayyi athani kuthuru leni lotu teerchi adopt chesukunela chestundi. Tarvatha nanna chetha amma job peekinchesi arrest cheyistundhi. Arrest ki reason tana kuthuru anna vishayam telusukoni Nadiya chala baadha padtundhi. Chinnappudu thana tho manchi ga matlade kuthuru gurtuku vachi ippudu thana tho matladutunnattu hallucinations vastu untai. Ippudu sarkaaru vaari rendava paata lo bob ee family problem ni solve chesi iddarini kaluputhadu.

Ippudu mavadikayala season. Nanna maagai kosam mangoes techaru. Amma mangoes ni cut chesi salt and turmeric powder lo kalipindi. Maa akka next em cheyalani adigindi. Me, an intelligent bondha, ila cheppanu: "Em undi? Endapati pandapetti dengali". Anradu avvaku ayyaru. Naa face motham blue ayyindi. Maa amma digest chesukolekapothundi. Nenu room ki vachesa. Lunch kuda cheyale.
Deenamma. Naa daridram chaala daridramga undi asalu.