Blahblah,
didnt get what u r saying.. care to explain??
And, whats that mamma thing... what does it mean??
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Blahblah,
didnt get what u r saying.. care to explain??
And, whats that mamma thing... what does it mean??
Scorpio,Don't heat up so fast man!I was just following up the the fact that you are used to be called Akka!And I know that you believe in some spirituality too.Leave it at that,fine?
As the prairie is not around I wish to borrow a few words from him,"Offence not intented",OK? :wink:
Okay Bunny ( nice to see you back in yr avtaar), easy! Happy weekend!
Let us leave here before Roshan comes shouting that we are spoiling every thread chit-chatting away!
She does that for sure!Hope she doesn't come and shout at me next!Or may be we can nominate her for next week's roasting :wink: :DQuote:
Originally Posted by scorpio
By the way,you keep calling me bunny and I will be forced to go back to my other avtar! :twisted:
hi niro i think i have got it. very soon i will be postin my stories.
atha.
This is a 100% true story that happened when i was five years old.67 yrs ago. We lived in a remote kampong in malaya.We had to walk for a few miles to go a tamil chool. My uncle who was in his late teens cycled to an eglish school.There was junlgle path of three km that all of us took.
At the base of a huge tree in the jungle near the road was a small Muniandy temple established by the rubber tappers.
All fo us paid our respect there asking God to protect us from the wild monkeys.We lived in double story wooden house with attap roof.My uncle slept downstairs in his room. One day in the middle of the night we all heard my uncle screaming in pain. My mother, my father and grandmother ran down with torchlights.No electricity.I too got up in the comotion and went down to see my uncle lying in his bed stiff and couldn't move his body. he was crying in pain. My mother and grandmother massaged his boddy with oil and they sat down and prayed. My uncle couldn't even talk.There was no transport to take him to hospital.After sometime we went to sleep.Early in the morning about five o;clock we heard my uncle frantically calling my mother.I,too rushed down and my uncle was up and shouting at my mother to go out and look for an old man in rags outside. Every one ran out with torch lights but there was no sign of anybody. we thought my uncle had gone crazy.My uncle slowly got up and came out and told us what had happened.Hewas not a pious person or the one who believed in supernaturals.
This was his story. When he was cycling back from school the previuos day an old indian man in rags asked the way to the town.My uncle fearing that he would ask for a lift lied to him that the town was just round the corner.he detested the sight of the man-who looked dirty and old.The same old man came to his room in morning and warned him not to be arrogant and selfish. Then he threw some vibuthi on his head and disappeared. there were a few grains of sand on my uncles head.from that day onwards all in our family go to the Muniandy temple in the jungle at least once in a month. till to this day we pray there. The huge tree had fallen off but another tree has grown there.Everyone in my family has a bit of the sand from the temple in our prayer room.
Certainly is a good story, Pa!! Yes, guardians are everywhere; alot of them somehow seem to occupy big trees. Matter of fact, just before a land is cleared for construction activities of any kind, the contractors normally build a shrine and bring a shaman, to sanctify the place. They do this, seeking forgiveness before proceeding with work!! :)
Alot happens to us, thru no coincidence or design! But ever heard of premonitions that come to us as dreams that manifests itself into reality?????!!!!
Come share your stories with me on this somnolent journey that forecasts the unexpected for the next few tales, Pa!!!...........
Yes Niro....When i was in school i always predict that i can never score above 50% in Chemistry..... :) :wink:
:lol: I was referring to dreams or nightmares that turned into reality Pa!!