“Woh aadmi sirf qatl nahi karta tha... woh logon ki rooh ko todta tha. Usne kaha, ‘Main insaan nahi, vashikaran ka devta hoon.’”
My name is Ramesh Paswan. I'm a fruit seller from West Delhi. I used to live in J.J. Colony, Haiderpur, not far from Rithala Metro Station. I swear to you—jo main keh raha hoon, woh sab sach hai. Log usse serial killer bolte the. But we knew better. Chandrakant Jha was not just a killer. He was a practitioner of something dark… something ancient.
“Dost Banta Tha, Dushman Nikalta Tha”
2006 ka saal tha. Main naye naye Dilli aaya tha, kaam ki talash mein. Chandrakant bhaiya mila road pe—fruit thela lagaata tha. Help ki zarurat thi, maine join kar liya.
Wo har waqt Hindu tantra books padhta rehta. Bolta,
“Insaan ke andar sirf khoon nahi hota, uski aatma bhi hoti hai. Aur main dono nikaal sakta hoon.”
I laughed at first. He wasn’t scary, just strange. But fir ek din usne mujhe ek black thread diya. Bola:
“Ye pehn le. Nazar nahi lagegi, lekin agar utaara… toh tu sirf saans lega, jeeyega nahi.”
Mujhe laga mazaak hai. Maine thread nikaal diya. Agle din mera haath thele mein fas gaya—nail se kaat gaya. Blood hi blood. And wo bas has raha tha. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi.
“Sabko Apna Banata Tha... Fir Todta Tha”
J.J. Colony ke kai ladkon ko usne kaam diya, ghar mein rakha. Fir ek ek karke woh sab gayab hone lage. Hum samjhe chhodke chale gaye. Lekin fir May 2007, news mein aaya: Police found a severed body near Tihar Jail—wrapped in banana leaves.
Next month: another body. Phir ek aur. All wrapped the same way. And all linked to Chandrakant Jha.
Ek ladka, Rafiq, jisne ek mahine tak uske saath kaam kiya tha, bolta tha:
“Woh raat mein kuch chant karta hai. Agarbatti nahi, koi kala powder jalata hai.”
Fir ek din Rafiq bhi gayab ho gaya.
“Usne Police Ko Challenge Kiya”
Ye koi normal killer nahi tha. Har laash ke saath note chhodta tha. Likha hota:
“Main vashikaran karta hoon. Mujhe gussa mat dilao. Agla kiska number hai, ye main decide karta hoon.”
Police couldn’t catch him for years. Jab pakda gaya, uske room mein mile:
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Black candles
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Human hair
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Tantra books in Hindi
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And photographs of his “targets” with red ink crosses
Unki death koi impulse nahi thi. Woh pehle aatma ko todta tha, fir shareer.
“Main Bach Gaya... Lekin Pura Nahi Raha”
When I testified against him, mujhe laga main mar jaunga. Ek baba ne kaha, “Tu uske jaal mein gaya tha. Ab tu kabhi poora nahi rahega.”
I still wear that thread, but not the one he gave me. Is baar, it’s to protect, not bind.
Location: J.J. Colony, Haiderpur, Delhi – Just 15 mins from Rithala Metro.
Timeline: 2003–2007
Convicted: Chandrakant Jha – Sentenced to death, now in Tihar Jail
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