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  Macabre Birthday  
by: Chandra Ghosh Jain   

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Had it happened to any one else I would have laughed it off as the product of an over imaginative mind. Even today, now that I am in my respectable forties, leading a staid and conservative life, I shudder at the thought of having to attend a birthday party; particularly children’s parties. The adult ones I still manage, though even here they have begun insisting on theme parties, and I have the singular failing, I can never say ‘no’ to these invitations. Udanta, my baby brother, born nearly a decade after me, was fussed over by everyone in the family.Mamma loved to indulge him in every possible way,his birthdays had themes based on his current passion.It was ‘PinkPanther’ when he was four, ‘Mowgli’ at five, ‘planes’ at six, ‘cricket’ at eight, ‘football’at ten.When he was stepping into his ‘teens’, Udanta, developed a fetish for all things ghoulish, macabre,unearthly and frightening. His favourite programmes on TV,were all the horror shows,dealing with the uncanny.He loved ugly masks,the uglier the better. He was reading up all the possible ‘Hitchcock’ books available, and pleading with any kind friend who made the mistake of asking him what he wanted,with demands of Hitchcock films. Since I was taking my graduation from the Delhi College of Arts, there was perennial requests to make,ghoulish, ugly faces,for his room.At this rate I would soon get renown as the ‘Gruesome Indian artist’,I would say. Well there is no accounting for tastes, people do adorn their drawing room with the most ugly looking creatures.Although I protested, at his interests, they were laughed off, as a passing fad. I must say, that traces of those days still linger on in my work, and strangely enough are appreciated by the artists themselves! Mamma had no difficulty then to find a theme for his thirteenth birthday; it helped having Udanta being born on the twentyfirst of December- the longest night of the year.That December was the coldest Delhi had witnessed in the century.It had been raining for days,we had forgotten what the sun looked like, the city was covered under a blanket of fog, and all the people were going around with coughs ands colds.The weather was beginning to effect our minds as well.It was dampening the most optimistic amongst us.However, there we were, sharing the sprawling lawns with Draculas,female vampires, Frankenstein, the inevitable wicked witch. The ‘Tantrik’ looked menacing, a ‘skeleton’ who wasn’t so scary and a whole bunch of healthy,over energetic teenagers on the look out for having a whopping good time. In keeping with the spirit of the party,we were all dressed to look our ugliest best.So there I was with glittering blue eye shadow,scarlet lips and talons painted in every shade of grey.Mamma ofcourse with her strange velvet gown and white painted face appeared like the fat sister of witch Hazel.

Those of our guests who had retained their normal appearance were helped into the grisly masks of Udanta, and I of course lent my makeup(very generously) to any one who wished to use it. Papa was the only recognisable one in the crowd, he had resisted all attempts, saying that even the ghouls would be petrified, then they would lose their jobs, so at least for their sake we should leave him alone. It was oddly the boys, who made a beeline for my makeup, the girls were somehow more conservative, even the most uninhibited one didnot want to really lose her identity totally. The boys or should I call them young men, were more eager to experiment, as if by colouring their faces they would put on a different persona. The garden lights appeared dim in the evening fog, but the party was just picking up momentum. One could hear shouts and screams of pleasure, as each tried to outdo the other in giving frights. The food was also in accordance with the theme, Dracula’s soup, followed by Frankensteinien Delight,Dr.Jakyll and Mr.Hyde special,witch Hazel’s mish-mash,topped by the Tantrik’s Secret Sweet. The food was laid out ,and the young people were repleneshing their energies as and when they wanted to. Mamma just plonked herself on the chair and wiped her perspiration, even in that cold and ordered a glass of water, it was at that point when suddenly the lights went off. Being in Delhi this was nothing new, Mamma had organised the generator, but the few minutes before the lights came on, there was a perceptible change in the atmosphere; a chill which had nothing to do with the weather, had crept in. The children, huddled together, the laughter was more subdued and Ayesha,began, “Didi, I want to be dropped back, Tanya and Rohit, all live near my house.”A fine drizzle added to the general depression, everyone was rushing into the house,crowding into the covered verandah.Vipul,wandered into the room,he asked, “Where’s Arushi and Sanchit ?” “They must be coming in,”replied some voice vaguely.

The drizzle soon became a heavy down pour. Udanta, observed a little anxiously,”Mamma, I can’t see Arushi here, where could she have gone?”Perky little Piyali answered a little irritatedly, “She must have gone to the bathroom.Infact Sanchit has also disappeared.”This was followed by titters of laughter,and some one from the back said, He must be in the loo too.” But there was an unsaid fear that hung in the room.In the dim light the faces appeared grotesque and unrecognisable.The shadows large and distorted.”We will check the rooms as soon as the lights come on,said Mamma, no need to panic.”Did I know, or did I feel that it was an unfamiliar voice making those comments?Or is it in hind sight that I say all this.

A beam of head light swung on to the verandah, in the dim one bulb light, with the rain going on unabated, it was a scene straight from one of the horror shows that Udanta loved to watch. “We have come to take Neha home”. A wave of relief swept over us, “Bye Neha, Bye Pulkit,” chorussed several voices. “Neha, will you drop me ,my house comes on the way,” requested Suvarna. “Yes, of course, hop in fast, commanded Neha’s father.

There were still most of the kids left who would have to be dropped by Papa,as we were herding them in the Van, Sanchit was still missing. Mamma’s nerves were frayed by then, luckily the lights came on, it gave back our strength. I went upstairs to look for him, suddenly I turned around and there he was, tall and thin standing behind me. “You made me jump out of my skin,I complained, Where were you all this time?” He stared at me, chillingly and said in a voice far too mature for him,”I have been with you all this while.” He smiled slowly, his rather pointed canines appeared a shade of red.....

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