nirosha, before u post, plz tell us whether these incidents are true or false :D Lets keep this thread for true stories.
(dont tell me after the 12th episode of the story that the lead character is related to you :D)
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nirosha, before u post, plz tell us whether these incidents are true or false :D Lets keep this thread for true stories.
(dont tell me after the 12th episode of the story that the lead character is related to you :D)
this thread is dying. where is sonu gopi with all her true stories :)
let me add one.
(Names of people and dates of incidents have been changed to protect privacy.)
This incident happened in the late 90s. For a certain period of 7 months I was suddenly drawn into reflecting on a series of incidents that happened in the mid and late 80s. Now by nature i am a historian and mathematician and I can easily remember dates, events, numbers just like that without noting down anything. I could probably recollect someone's phone number though I wouldnt have used that number or even thought of it for 7-8 years(this is not a superspiritual talent, something anyone can cultivate - for eg. my mother knows over 70 phone numbers by heart, since she's got long sight and prefers to memorise numbers rather than search her glasses and write down :). And while I may recollect complex sequence of numbers or dates which very few would try, I cannot recall simple things like where I kept my glasses before going to sleep :lol: ) So most events I go through may be coincidences and much different from what sonu gopi experienced :)
I was preparing for an exam and the previous night I had just finished my dinner. It was about 948 PM and being lazy, I thought I will think of some past events for 12 min so that I can resume studying at 10 PM sharp :) So I went to the frontyard and walked around recollecting some past events. Most of what I recollect are events which I would have recollected some 1-2 months back at least. But that point I suddenly brought to mind an event that happened in our home in early 1989. I was not present at that time. We had installed a new door and the latch had got stuck - it was not opening. My bro, sis and mother had come home in the afternoon but could not get inside the house. They tried for a few hours and then called dad at his office. He returned home and while they tried several keys, the new door just wouldnt open. The next day my brother was writing his final exam, and they were all getting locked out of the house!! Finally after about 4-5 hours, they got a carpenter who fixed the problem. I came home a few minutes after the problem was solved.
Now I was thinking of this event close to a decade later. I was wondering how was it I could never recollect this event for one entire decade. Probably because I got this incident by hearsay and was not part of it when it happened.
Next morn I was leaving for college, my parents and everyone else having left for work early. As I locked home and got on the road two cars stopped on the road and asked me directions to a neighbors house. They were well known to us and lived on the street behind ours. I finished my exam and got back that evening. It seems that the neighboring family whose home directions I had given that morning had a bereavement. Their son passed away in an accident at 10 PM the previous night and my parents had just attended the funeral that noon.
We were talking about the departed person, whom everyone called Ramu anna. He was quite senior to me and I had rarely seen him for years. I was mentioning that to my mother. She was quite surprised by my comment and asked "Dont you remember the time when we got locked out of our house, and Ramu anna came in and tried to get the door to open??". While telling her that I wasnt present that time, I was surpised to learn from her that during that lockout incident of '89, he had walked in and tried a few hours to get the door to open. More amazing was that when I had recollecting that incident the previous night, he was spending his last precious minutes in this earth ! :shock:
This is a less spooky recollection and quite a pleasant one to remember, so this is quite out of place in this thread(already made famous by brave ladies fearlessly keeping appointments and conversations with citizens of the underworld :lol: :lol: )
This happened in 1997. I was having a tough exam and I was studying all throughout the night. I leave home by 8:45 and since the rest of the family leaves early, I would be the last and hence needed to close all doors/windows and lock the house before I leave. After locking, I would leave the key in a hole in the wall, from where the family picks it when they return :)
I was dead tired after the allnighter and in addition to the pain of exam tension, it was getting late and I needed to race to catch the bus. I had locked up everything in a frenzy and noticed an open window. So as I briskly moved to close it, the key fell out of my hands, bounced on the window sill and fell inside the house!(Being a fidgety fellow with restless hands, I had pulled the key out of the key chain the previous week, so now it was a skeletal key with no chain!) Now the door was securely locked, the key inside the house, and it was late for my exam. With a despairing heart, I pushed this momentarily insignificant problem to the back of my mind and raced for the bus.
I was an hour through the 3-hour exam when sleep hit me and I noticed my handwriting degenerating to a undecipherable crawl so I started drawing some diagrams to keep the sleep away. I managed thus for another hour till I got sufficient strength to finish the rest of the paper. I consoled myself that after the endless last hour, I would be back home to eat a hot lunch of rasam/poriyal and then sleep as long as i liked!
And naturally when I reached home, the reality of the lockout hit me! I badly needed a way to get the key out. My useless puppy was wagging its tail inside the house, too foolish to realise that I was locked out :lol: The door was too strong to break anyway. For 15 minutes I paced around the frontyard looking for a tool.
:idea:
Then I noticed that the floor of the room where the key lay was recently tiled, with one tile slightly raised and not in sync with the rest. So I found a plastic bag lying in the yard, sufficiently inflated in and threw it in. Next I found a pipe lying around, manoeuvred the key to the raised tile and keeping the mouth of the bag open in front of the tile, gave a firm blow which drove the key into the bag!! Yippee!! now I only had to scoop the bag with the pipe and the key was mine. So just 15min back the problem seemed unsurmountable but now I was inside. I was so relieved and joyous I picked my plump puppy and beat it nicely on its fat stomach(it only eats and sleeps all day without helping anyone)!!! :lol: :lol:
ROTFL :lol: :lol: :lol: !!!!!
Oh my God Walrus!! If anyone could reduce me to such hysteria, it can only be you, Pa!!!! What a tale of the unexpected indeed!!! I actually thought for a moment, that you indeed had an encounter of the kind we were supposed to be gathered here for!!! But NO??????!!!!!
Yeah, I'm a bit slow where the God Tree is concerned!! The tree is very much there, so give me some time to compose myself after my hysterical spasm of laughter, okay????
Nalla vambana Payan, Pa!!! :wink:
Yeah! yeah! but also a very cute payan when he narrated his story! Poor doggy got a nice smacking on its tummy! How could you do that walrus for it was your own folly. Looks like you expected it to be Lassie and pick up the key for you instead!!.:lol: :lol: :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by nirosha sen
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SONU GOPI :wink:
Exactly. how could you do that to your puppy?Quote:
Originally Posted by sonu gopi
You too can pass with flying colour to write stories like Niro.
sonu gopi,
all my friends used to say that when they saw my puppy they felt like beating it, when it sleeps it looks like a round ball :lol: :lol: it is a very fussy dog which dislikes milk and likes coke :)
niro, i told you its not a spooky story :)
ok, this incident happened to my friend. It was sometime in the summer of 93. The days were unbearably hot and so were the nights. We were in our teens and school being closed and nothig to do, used to sleep pretty late. One night my friend and 2 other pals went to see a midnight show. It would run from 1130 pm to 130 AM and since there were no buses that hour, they had to walk back some 45 minutes to reach their home.
The movie over they started their long walk. After a while, they got tired and decide to rest under a tree for a few minutes. They found a slipper nearby and kicked it around like a football for a while. They looked for its pair in the darkness(the huge branches of the tree obscuring the street lights) but didnt find it. After a while, they got up and walked home.
They continued to gather next week but one of the guys became very pale and gripped with fear for 4-5 days. He looked very pale and fearful and spent all his time smoking endlessly. It took him a few days to return to his normal self.
The rest of the gang asked him what went wrong. He took out an old newspaper and with a shocked face, pointed to an article.
The article mentioned that a guy had hung himself on the same tree these guys were resting under, the night of the movie. The newspaper mentioned that the cause for his suicide was not known and that one of his slippers was missing. In fact, that night, if only the boys had looked up, they would have found a man's dead body hanging right above them!! :shock:
This happened about a month or two ago
This guy drives from Mumbai to Pune and decides not to take thenew expressway. The inevitable happens and when he reaches the "ghats"his car breaks down - he's stranded miles from nowhere.
Having no choice he starts walking on the side of the road, hoping toget a lift to the nearest human habitation. It's dark and raining andpretty soon he's wet and shivering.
The night rolls on and no car goes by, the monsoon rains are so stronghe can hardly see a few feet ahead of him.
Suddenly he sees a car coming towards him. It slows and then stops nextto him - without thinking the guy opens the car's door and jumps in. Seated in the back, he leans forward to thank the person who had savedhim when he realizes there is nobody behind the wheel!!! Even thoughthere'sno one in the front seat and no sound of any engine, the car startsmoving slowly.
The guy looks at the road ahead and sees a curve coming (remember, thisis in the hills and there is a steep, steep drop beyond the curve).Scared almost to death he starts to pray, begging the Lord for hislife.
He hasn't come out of shock, when just before he hits the curve, ahand appears through the window and moves the wheel! The car makes thecurve safely and continues on the road to the next bend.The guy, now paralyzed in terror, watches how the hand appears everytime they are before a curve and moves the steering wheel just enough toget the car around each bend.
Finally, the guy sees lights ahead. Gathering his courage he wrenchesopen the door of the silent, slowly moving car, scrambles out and runsas hardas he can towards the lights.
It's a small town. Wet and in shock goes to a roadside dhabba, whichis open, and asks for a drink. They find some hooch and give him a shot.And he starts telling whoever is in the dhabba about thehorrible experience he's just been through.A silence envelops everybody when they realize the guy isn't drunk,and is really frightened - he's crying and shaking.So they give him more hooch and talk about what they should do, whetherto call the police or find a priest, or what.
But just then ..................... But just then two guys walk into the dhabba. And onesays to the other "Look, Banta - that's the jerk that got in the car when we were pushingit."