real Life Stories(Ghost 👻
I keep repeating my point again and again that if God exists then why not the ghosts? Where there is positive, there is negative. Where there is happiness, there are also experiences of sorrow. The reason for this is that there are so many states that maintain their existence even more than once or say that even in their opposite state. Now see, if there is good then there is evil, there is light and there is darkness. Even if there are notes, there are demons. Well it happened one side but there is another side too. And that as humans are, there are many micro-organisms etc., so are ghosts and they can be denied without knowing, without thinking, showing their knowledge, showing their scientificness, but you How can you explain, who has seen such mysterious events, events that make the heart shiver with their own eyes. You have dealt with this situation yourself. Then I am saying the same thing that I think that there are some creatures, animals etc. whose form is called some form, ghost, etc. and some people are aware of them.
Before coming to the original story, I am narrating one such incident of my fever, which also proves that we should not be too superstitious and should not believe only the things heard. If God has given a conscience, then we should also use our conscience patiently during the tribulation. Some old men also used to say that Shanke Bhoot, Manne Dine. That is, there are nothing but ghosts, just these are the thoughts of the mind. Now I narrate the incident which is justifying this fact somewhere. There was a very fearless and brave person named Chikhuri in our jawar. They also did not believe in ghosts. Once in a matter of time, he made a bet with a person of his village that ghosts are nothing, they are just the thoughts of the mind. You tell me where the ghosts are, I go and settle them. That Manai of his village said that today at midnight, if you come to a banyan tree on the banks of the so-called gandhi (pond), then come a peg and then I will accept your mercy. In the middle of the night Chikuri came out with a peg and a hammer towards that Garhi (pond). As soon as they got out of the house, they shuddered a little and started thinking that there are no ghosts in the right place. It was dark night and that too was completely deserted. Now, even in the flowing air, he started feeling like a ghost. But remembering Hanumanji, he proceeded fast and reached the banks of that Garhi (pond) while running. But somewhere they were scared and could not remove their mind from the clutches of ghosts. Arriving at the edge of the fortress, near the banyan they began to bury in a hurry. His endurance had gone to take oil and he was filled with sweat. After burying the tentacles, they immediately run to get out of there, but what is this. They were not able to escape even after wishing and they felt that someone was seizing them and pulling them. Chikhuri was a wrestler, but he dared to go back very fast. He felt free now after exerting a little more force. What was it then, without looking back, ran into the village with a link. Even after reaching home, he had a bad condition. Now his body was also beginning to heat up completely. What was next, the housemates gathered around them. Village Vaidya was also called. He got some rest after drinking some decoction. He told the family that he was caught by the ghost. Banyan ghost on the side of the fortress. Well, in the night, some people of the village again went round and reached the banyan of that fortified shore. A peg was buried there. But a person from the village inspected the peg carefully and found that there was some piece of dhoti in the peg. What then, it did not take long for the people to understand that while throwing the stag in a hurry, one corner of Chikhuri's dhoti was also buried in the soil and due to which they were not able to escape. It was found that one corner of Chikhuri's dhoti was missing by a slight burst. So never be patient, work with discretion and avoid superstition.
Well, I came to narrate the ghost story and give a speech. You yourself are sensible and can understand. Come, now without delay, I will tell you the ghost story.
It is a very old issue. At that time there was no phone-on. If people had to go out somewhere, they used to note the address properly, because it was difficult to meet that person if they did not know. Once upon a time, a Pandji of our Jawar went out on a pilgrimage. He had noted the addresses of all his acquaintances living outside, to whom he could go. He first went to Haridwar. After staying there for 10-15 days, I do not know what came to his mind that he left for Nashik from there. Because maybe Aquarius was going to happen in Nashik at that time. Well after a journey of 10-15 days, by some foot, some matchmaking ride, how they reached Pandik by doing Pandiji. He was very happy to reach Nashik because he had a devoted disciple in Nashik. After inquiring from some people, address etc., they reached the opened of that disciple. It was evening when they reached Kholi and she was in a little rural area away from Kholi town. Actually, his disciple lived in a rural area by building a house. They reached her house directly, but the house was locked. Nobody was even looking around to ask. As he was completely exhausted anyway, he sat there and started resting and thought that his disciple might have gone out and would come in a while. But there was not a single thing in their understanding that there should be someone at home. Because their family lives here. He has a wife, two grown-up sons, a small daughter, but none now? Well they thought that they must have gone to meet someone, they will come in some time.
After waiting for two-three hours, the door of that house suddenly opened. As soon as the door opened, the elder boy of his disciple came out (from whom he had met in the village 1 year ago) and bowed to him and asked him to come inside. Pandiji did not understand that the door was locked, so if it was inside then how did it come out? Because nobody was outside them. Well, they were tired and so did not consider it, and went inside the house. Hey, what if you reach inside the house and see, there are many people, of all ages. Pandiji felt strange, now that he would ask his disciple boy something, before that he said, "Baba! Babuji (Dad) has gone to the village with his mother for some work and I am alone at home for the last 10 days. If it doesn't feel good alone, then I call these friends at night. " Well, Pandiji kept his bag, bed and chickpeas nearby and got out of the house to pick up the lota to be farakit (direction-ground). After being absconded, they washed their hands and arms outside, rinse and bathed again. Actually, Pandiji used to bathe in the night and worshiped. After this, he reached his disciple's house. There was a lot of explosion inside the house, but what did Pandiji have to take.
Pandiji told his disciple that I worship and then I will have food. His disciple's boy was a little hesitant and said, Baba, even without worshiping you can have food. the food is ready. But Pandiji, paying no heed to his words, started laying a sack there to worship. After performing the puja, they take out the Ganges water brought from Haridwar and sprinkle it in their disciple's house and make it holy. Hey what is this, as soon as they get out the Ganges water, the boy of their disciple shouted, do not do this. And with this, all his companions present there came in a macabre form, they were ghosts. Strange. Hey Pandiji, he was speechless. Pandiji had started feeling something wrong now. He immediately drained the Ganges. As soon as the Ganges removed water, the ghosts shouted away from them with apprehensive mind. Well Pandiji was a fearless man and was a devotee of Hanumanji. He immediately started spraying Ganga water while reciting Hanuman-Chalisa. Oh, what was this, after spraying the Ganges water, all the ghosts present there were dazed and his disciple's boy too.
Pandiji was completely upset because now even the night was enough and there was no one around. Well, even then they did not think it appropriate to stay there and took their bag and left at night. After walking about 1 km from that house, they came to a place like a main road. He saw a small tap there. Think I'll eat something and spend the night here. In other words, the person told that he too belongs to the district next to his district. What was it then, Pandiji was well received. Then Pandiji was no longer there, and as soon as he got acquainted, he told the incident that happened to him. On hearing this incident, he started crying. He told that he knew his disciples. Then the tapper told that the elder boy of his disciple had gone out somewhere and was killed in a road accident and they have gone to the family village to do the same.
Well, God bless the boy of that disciple's disciple. What was it then, Pandiji came home wandering. Whoever heard this, was shocked. Pandiji later came to Nashik to purify his disciple's house. hail Hail.
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