The rural doctor and the bewildered visitor

“MAN can become God at any time,

You can be a philanthropist by being charitable

And you can donate your body and organs like a banana

It can melt like a lit candle that lights up “

This is the favorite song of Dr. Surendar, the healer psychiatrist. Although fully qualified, he desired to serve his native people and so began his practice in his rural center. He was quite popular as a psychic healer who used various methods including worshiping the God Hanuman to heal his patients for a small fee. Even then, the response from the villagers was tepid.

Being single, he used to spend his free time listening to music in his cabin. That day he was also listening to this song softly played on his DVD and was waiting for the patient who had made an appointment.

His nurse interfered to report the arrival of a thirty-year-old.

The doctor turned off the DVD and asked, “Yes sir, what is it?”

The visitor seemed reluctant to speak, then asked in a whispering voice, “Sir, Dr. Surendar?”

“Yes, it’s me,” Dr.

“Sir, are you an exorcist?”

“No sir, I am recognized as a healer, healer of psychological disorders”

The visitor looked around in panic. “But I heard that you are an exorcist too,” he added.

The doctor said, “Don’t worry about who I am. You can continue.”

“Sir, turn off the CCTV cameras”

“Okay” He turned off the CCTV and then turned on the recorder attached to the DVD. He thought the visitor did not notice.

“Sir, don’t do it, please turn off the recorder as well.”

“Oh yes” the doctor obeyed immediately.

“Sir, is the room soundproof?” he asked further.

“Yes, please proceed.”

After obtaining the approval of the psychiatrist, he began to narrate his problem.

“Sir, my name is Gopal.

I was born into an aristocratic family. My father was the CEO of a government-owned bank. My mother was dean of a renowned university. I was his only son. They never paid attention to me. That is why he was a totally spoiled child.

“I don’t know from what age I started doing this. I was interested in sex from my childhood onwards. I was pleased to see the secret parts of the girls, to touch them without them noticing, sometimes to kiss them too.”

“At what age did it start?” asked the doctor.

“I can tell it could be from the age of nine”

“That is not an advanced age, and neither is childhood”

“Yes sir. I couldn’t realize what was going on inside me. I used to look at them with anxious eyes.”

“It’s okay. There is nothing abnormal about it.”

“No sir, there is something abnormal”

“What’s that?”

“The women I looked at included my mother too.”

“What?” the doctor was visibly shocked.

“My mother, while I was bathing, would call me and ask me to help her get the towel, the soap dish, etc. After giving the help, I would not go out. I kept looking at her. She never took it seriously. While I watched, she used to get out of the bathtub and change her dress.

One night something very serious happened. The three of us used to sleep in the same room “

“Didn’t you have a separate room?”

“We had two bedrooms. But in our part of the country, children used to sleep in the same room with their parents after completing my studies in the other room. Normally, I fall asleep soundly five minutes after lying in bed.

That day, I woke up at 12.30 and was surprised by the scene I saw.

His bunk was separated from mine by a few meters. The event was clearly visible to me. I was surprised to see them having sex. It lasted almost 20 minutes. They then went to the bathroom, washed, and began to sleep.

But I couldn’t sleep. All night I was without sleep thinking about the event that happened.

Starting the next day, he was looking forward to having sex with some girl. Being born into an aristocratic family was not a problem for me. I tried various girls, married, single, widowed and everything. “

“What you say is not an abnormal thing, it is quite common among modern youth,” intervened the doctor.

“Sir, let me complete it. I have not told you the main problem.

It went on for almost ten or twelve years.

In this modern age of computers, the Internet has served me well. Since the turn of the century. I chose multiple accounts and became friends with only single girls. I spent a lot of money for this purpose. “

“What happened to your parents?”

Both were killed in a car accident while going to Mumbai to attend a wedding. I inherited enormous wealth. Then I spent money in a senseless way just for sex

“It was only during that period, I came across ‘his’ email id via Facebook. I sent him a friend request. I got a positive response within an hour. Then usual things like exchanging greetings, photos followed. Know that She lived in Bangalore I got her address and went there I found her in a temple.

I intercepted her and asked, ‘Hey, don’t you recognize me?’

She was confused and said, ‘I’m sorry, who are you?’

“What is this Shyamala? I am your friend Gopal”

Then I narrated my Facebook posts to her and she recognized me.

She was from a middle-class family of abundant beauty. I came to know that she was a very innocent girl and chatted with me out of curiosity. That increased my desire for her. When I expressed my intention to him, he was surprised. I saw her several times and she panicked.

That fateful day I met her at the local train station. He was waiting to board a local train to get to his office. It was the early hours of the morning, the darkness was not quite gone and there was a warm crowd. Especially we were standing in a corner where it was quite dark.

I insisted that he go to a five-star hotel that night. She informed me that she was getting married next week and wanted me to leave her. When I got close to her she was about to scream. Seeing a fast approaching train, I pushed her onto the rails. The moving train was entering the platform and crushed his body beyond recognition. I just posed as a passenger and got on the same train. “

The doctor was surprised. “So, you also committed murder. What did the police do?”

“There was no witness to push her because it was early morning and there was no closed-circuit television camera. They concluded it as suicide. ‘The university student, reluctant to the marriage proposal, committed suicide’, that’s how they closed the case and it was also newspaper headlines. “

“Now what do you want me to do?” asked the doctor.

“Doctor, I’m sure I’m haunted by the evil spirit.”

“Evil spirit of Syamala only. When I lie down to sleep, his face widens right before my eyes. His laugh is audible only to me. While I sleep, someone stabs me and I wake up terrified. That spirit always follows me. While I bathe , I walked, even when I saw files, the diabolical face presented itself to me and horrified me.

“Doctor, you won’t believe it, one day I was counting currency in a bank. Suddenly she appeared on the surface of the coin with a devilish laugh. I threw all the bills and they were scattered all over the bank floor. I am unable to look at the food that I eat, because I see his face and thousands of worms in it. “

“How long does this go on?”

“Two years sir, I have not eaten properly and have not slept for the past two years. Finally, a close friend informed me that you are a worshiper of Hanuman and that you exorcise evil spirits by praying to you. He also warned me that I should confess to you. everything and consequently I have told you everything without hiding anything. Heal me kindly, sir. I will pay you what you ask. “

The doctor was thoughtful for a few minutes. Then he made a decision. He asked Gopal,

“Please kneel before Lord Hanuman,” displayed the three-foot Hanuman idol standing behind.

Gopal obeyed his orders.

“Close your eyes”

He closed his eyes tightly.

After a few minutes, the doctor ordered him to open his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a horrible sight.

The doctor wore a saffron uniform. Holy kumkum was spread all over his body, from forehead to feet. He had a long knife that is used to slaughter animals. His body trembled with high tension.

“Damn friend, you want me to heal you. You are an animal. You did not know the difference between a mother and a maiden. You have spoiled dozens of girls. You have killed a young woman who was dreaming of an early marriage.” . You are not fit to live. That is why Lord Hanuman brought you here. Damn friend, die and go to hell “

With that said, he slashed his neck head-on with force. The force was so great that the head fell to the ground.

He put the knife in Gopal’s clasped hands.

Then he opened his private drawer.

He took the picture of a beautiful girl lying there.

“Oh Shyamala, I was thinking that you committed suicide. I was also thinking that you didn’t like him. Just today, I have come to know that this damn guy murdered my fiancée. And I have avenged your murder, Oh my dear Shyamala!”

“Man can become God at any time” was the song he was listening to. Not.

Sometimes even the good man becomes a devil due to the bad influence of a bad person.

He sobbed for a while and came out to declare the ‘suicide’ of an obsessed maniac.