Something
slimy in the water
By Ruskin
Bond
I DISCOVERED the pool near Rajpur
on a hot summers day some 15 years ago. It was
shaded by close-growing Sal trees, and looked cool and
inviting. I took off my clothes and dived in .
The water was colder
than I had expected. It was an icy, glacial cold. The sun
never touched it for long, I supposed. Striking out
vigorously, I swam to the other end of the pool and
pulled myself up on the rocks, shivering.
But I wanted to swim. So
I dived in again and did a gentle breast-stroke towards
the middle of the pool. Something slid between my legs.
Something slimy, pulpy. I could see no one, hear nothing.
I swam away, but the floating, slippery thing followed
me. I did not like it. Something curled around my leg.
Not an underwater plant. Something that sucked at my
foot. A long tongue licking at my calf. I struck out
wildly, thrust myself away from whatever it was that
sought my company. Something lonely, lurking in the
shadows. Kicking up spray, I swam like a frightened
porpoise fleeing from some terror of the deep.
Safely out of the water,
I looked for a warm, sunny rock, and stood there looking
down at the water.
Nothing stirred. The
surface of the pool was now calm and undisturbed. Just a
few fallen leaves floating around. Not a frog, not a
fish, not a water-bird in sight. And that in itself
seemed strange. For you would have expected some sort of
pond life to have been in evidence.
But something lived in
the pool, of that I was sure. Something very
cold-blooded; colder and wetter than the water. Could it
have been a corpse trapped in the weeds? I did not want
to know, so I dressed and hurried away.
A few days later I left
for Delhi, where I went to work in an ad agency, telling
people how to beat the summer heat by drinking fizzy
drinks that made you thirstier. The pool in the forest
was forgotten. And it was ten years before I visited
Rajpur again.
Leaving the small hotel
where I was staying, I found myself walking through the
same old Sal forest, drawn almost irresistibly towards
the pool where I had not been able to finish my swim. I
was not over-eager to swim there again, but I was curious
to know if the pool still existed.
Well, it was there all
right, although the surroundings had changed and a number
of new houses and buildings had come up where formerly
there had only been wilderness. And there was a fair
amount of activity in the vicinity of the pool.
A number of labourers
were busy with buckets and rubber pipes, doing their best
to empty the pool. They had also dammed off and diverted
the little stream that fed it.
Overseeing this
operation was a well-dressed man in a white safari suit.
Ithought at first that he was an honorary forest warden,
but it turned out that he was the owner of a new school
that had come up nearby.
"Do you live in
Rajpur?" he asked.
"I used to...once
upon a time...Why are you draining the pool?"
"Its become a
hazard, "he said. "Two of my boys were drowned
here recently. Both senior students. Of course they
werent supposed to be swimming here without
permission, the pool is off limits. But you know what
boys are like. Make a rule and they feel duty-bound to
break it".
He told me his name,
Kapoor, and led me back to his house, a newly-built
bungalow with a wide cool verandah. His servant brought
us glasses of cool sherbet. We sat in cane chairs
overlooking the pool and the forest. Across a clearing, a
gravelled road led to the school buildings, newly
white-washed and glistening in the sun.
"Were the boys
there at the same time?" I asked.
"Yes, they were
friends. And they must have been attacked by fiends.
Limbs twisted and broken, faces disfigured. But death was
due to drowning that was the verdict of the
medical examiner."
We gazed down at the
shallows of the pool, where a couple of men were still at
work, the others having gone for their mid-day meal.
"Perhaps it would
be better to leave the place alone," Isaid.
"Put a barbed-wire fence around it. Keep your boys
away. Thousands of years ago this valley was an inland
sea. A few small pools and streams are all that is left
of it."
"I want to fill it
in and build something there. An open-air theatre, maybe.
We can always create an artificial pond somewhere
else."
Presently only one man
remained at the pool, kneedeep in muddy, churned-up
water. And Mr Kapoor and I both saw what happened next.
Something rose out of
the bottom of the pool. It looked like a giant snail, but
its head was part human, its body and limbs part squid or
octopus. It stood taller than the man in the pool. A
creature soft and slimy, a survivor from the past.
With a great sucking
motion it enveloped the man completely, so that only his
arms and legs could be seen thrashing about widely. The
animal dragged him down under the water.
Kapoor and I left the
verandah and ran to the edge of the pool. Bubbles rose
from the green scum near the surface. All was still and
silent. And then, like bubble-gum issuing from the mouth
of a child, the mangled body of the man shot out of the
water and came spinning towards us.
Dead and drowned and
sucked dry of its fluids.
Naturally no more work
was done at the pool. A labourer had slipped and fallen
to his death on the rocks. That was the story that was
put out. Kapoor swore me to secrecy. His school would
have to close down if there were too many strange
drownings and accidents in its vicinity. But he walled
the place off from his property and made it practically
inaccessible. The jungles undergrowth now hides the
approach.
The monsoon rains came
and the pool filled up again. I can tell you how to get
there, if youd like to see it. But I wouldnt
advise you to go for a swim.
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