Maybe, badri!! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by sbadri99
Though, it is Niro's current avatar that frightens me the most!! :P
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Maybe, badri!! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by sbadri99
Though, it is Niro's current avatar that frightens me the most!! :P
Huh????? :roll: It's only poor, ole Aish Pa!! :(
Several times you have dumped your fictional accounts in this thread http://forumhub.mayyam.com/hub/viewt...r=asc&start=30.Quote:
Originally Posted by nirosha sen
You are a nightmarish postor infamous for dumping irrelevant posts thats why I feared this thread will take a similar turn :(
Well then Pretty Polly!! Er....make that Muttley!! You go ahead and tell us a spooky one if you could!!
Irrelevant postings, huh??? Remember me in your worst nightmares, then!!! :twisted:
A few of us in our family have this sense of predicting things! Not that we want to but it happens just like that.
It was in September 99 and I was on my usual visit home. I was hyper about going home so did not sleep the previous night at all. I had to get the early morning flight so I decided to stay awake all night and go to the airport early in the morning. Normally I get on a plane and fall asleep even before they do the security announcements. This time nothing like that happened. Could not sleep at all. Reached Madras early next morning and was so hyper that I was running around doing things all day.
I was supposed to go to Coimbatore for a friend's wedding that night, but my parents convinced me to join them on a trip to Tirunelveli for another friend’s wedding instead. We were driving to Tirunelveli, it was five of us plus the driver in an ambassador car. It was comfortable enough but I could not sleep at all. I was constantly talking to our driver and keeping myself and himself awake We were supposed to come back by train and my brother was supposed to bring the car back with him later in the week. When we reached Tambaram my Dad realised that he had not brought the train tickets with him for our Tirunelveli-Madras trip!
We reached Tirunelveli in the morning. Attended the wedding and decided to travel back by car. At that stage I hadn’t slept for three days and three nights at a stretch! I got into the car, sat down and closed my eyes and fell asleep the next second only to jump up awake in less than a minute. It kept happening constantly for the next hour. I did not want to tell my family anything. I kept asking my driver to reduce the volume of the tape recorder though I knew he needed that to keep himself awake!
When we stopped in Sathur at our cousin’s place, I told my dad about the constant dream that I had been getting all evening. He asked me to change my place and moved me from behind the driver’s seat to the other end – behind the passenger’s seat. And he started driving from then till we reached Trichy! I slept in peace during that time period.
We had our dinner in Trichy and Dad handed over the car back to the driver. Everyone fell asleep after dinner. All of a sudden at around midnight I woke up hearing my Dad scream. Our car had a hit a bus which had hit a truck in front of it.
Nobody would have believed that I knew that the accident would happen if I hadn’t told my dad about it earlier in the evening.
It was a bad accident. My driver and myself were the only ones that had no visible damage. The car was a complete write off and the complete body and chassis had to be changed!
There was another incident in which I predicted my aunt’s death. My aunt had cancer and I had gone home to see her. When I came back to college my friend asked me about her and I told him without thinking “ Her last day is Aug 2nd”. He was shocked because his birthday was Aug 2nd. And on the morning of Aug 2nd when I got a call at 6:00 in the morning, I knew exactly what it was even before picking the phone!
Reading your experience Anoushka made me recollect something that happened when I was about 9 yrs old.
Once I remember having a terrible nightmare - seeing my dad and his friends thrown out of a car. I saw a large crowd and kept hearing ppl saying that he was killed in an accident. I saw the picture of a badly damaged brown Volvo at the scene and a lorry in the drain.
It was a gory sight and I saw the bodies of a few people but one among them was supposed to be my dad but his face of was not clear due to bad injury and bloody sight – yet I heard ppl kept on mentioning his name and pointing at me as the dead man’s daughter. I remember running around the scene of the accident calling for him and crying - not realising that I was actually crying out loudly which brought me back to reality and saw my parents at my bed side holding on to me.
My father hugged me and was consoling me while my mum got me a drink. I remember narrating my dream to them. My dad smiled and told me that nothing will happen him and not to be frightened by a silly dream. It was about 3.30am and due to the commotion I had woken the whole household. My younger siblings were crying out of fright.
Everybody then went back to sleep except me…I was so afraid to close my eyes. Somehow I did doze off for a few seconds only to have the same dream continuing. I sat on the bed and waited for dawn. I skipped school the following morning due to lack of sleep and being emotionally unstable. Dad went to work as usual and back home for lunch and then in the evening he told my mom that he had to drive up to Kuala Lumpur with some friends to settle some urgent matters. I heard my mum asking him whether the trip could be postponed to another day as she was also not comfortable after my weird dream. My father told her not to worry unnecessarily or keep thinking about something that is not going to happen.
I was pacing up and down the hallway not knowing how to stop my dad from going. He kept smiling at me and promised to buy me a big doll and some chocolates and not to upset my mum further. I remember getting into an argument with him saying that I was not interested in any dolls or chocolates. However, he still got ready by 6pm waiting for his friends. He was to drive them all in his car leaving their car behind at our place. I heard their arrival and I ran quickly to peep out of the window and to my shock I saw the same brown Volvo!!
I started to cry out and kept holding my dad’s hands refusing to let him to go near that Volvo. Due to the commotion 2 of his 3 friends came out of the car on seeing me crying. My dad had to tell them that he is unable to accompany them as he has never seen me behaving in such a manner before and that he too won’t have a peace of mind leaving me behind like that. He suggested perhaps they should postpone the trip to some other day but his friends insisted they have to go as scheduled. Finally they agreed that they will proceed with their journey without my dad and that they would see him the following day. I was glad.
They bade farewell to us and one of the uncles’ in particular while patting my shoulders, kept telling me “you naughty girl you have wrapped you dad around your little finger and he is now dancing according to your tune." They left shortly after that showing so much of disappointment on their faces.
Next day was a Saturday and while we were having breakfast we heard a car pull up at the driveway and heard some ppl calling out for my dad. He went out to see them and later my upset dad informed mum that his friend’s brown Volvo had a head on collision with an on coming timber lorry. They were driving back home from Kuala Lumpur between 3am-4am after going for a midnight movie. Due to the great impact all 3 friends were killed instantly beyond recognition. With tears in his eyes my dad gave me hugs & kisses saying he had a narrow escape and wished his friends were saved too!.
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SONU GOPI
Sonu, thankfully you saved your father's life! I knew what was going to happen and still didn't stop the car. Atleast there were no fatalities in my case!
Sonu - another masterpiece Pa!! Thank God, for that commotion you made! You had your Dad to enjoy for the next few years at least!
Welcome back, Pa!! :D
My little story this time also took place in the same government bungalow, I had mentioned to you all earlier - where I had spent most of my younger days growing up..
One evening my classmate, Rani who was staying in the lines (government quarters) came over to my place around 6.00pm using the back lane through the garden and knocked at the kitchen door. I opened the door and invited her in. She wanted to borrow my exercise book to copy down the notes my history teacher had given us as she was absent from school that day. After having a drink she took the notes to leave and I went to the door to send her off…but of course as usual we stood there for a few more minutes and chattered away. While in the midst of talking, about 20 meters away, I saw an old woman standing under the Mango tree, which was situated right at the back of the garage. She was in a sarong (lunggi) and a short pink blouse and was very busy folding the paan and chewing it away. I saw a yellow pouch which she later tucked at the right side of her waist. My friend Rani was facing her back to the old woman thus she was not able to see what I was observing.
I looked carefully and recognised her as the same old patti who worked in my house when I was a little girl – about 5yrs old. I smiled and she smiled back and waved her hand in a gesture instructing me to go to her. I waved back and Rani turned to see who I was waving to. Then she turned back to me and asked “whom are you waving to?” I said “That patti – she was working for us when I was small” pointing to the direction of the Mango tree. “Patti? but there is no nobody there!” she said.
Feeling uncomfortable and not finding anyone Rani quickly excused herself and told me that she would hand over the book in school the following day. I saw her walking away but she kept looking at that direction and then gestured to me that no one was there. I waved to her and focused my attention back to the Mango tree. This time the patti kept indicating me to hurry.
In the meantime my mother started calling for me to come into the house saying that it was late evening and its not a good idea to hang around the garden alone. She also asked to whom I was speaking in my then broken Tamil. I told her that Patti has come and she is calling for me. Again the patti looked really upset and she kept instructing me to go to her real soon – I am not sure whether I heard her voice but could clearly remember her gestures. I was about 11yrs old.
I told her to wait but she seemed restless but kept on gesturing me to go to her first but I decided to go into the kitchen where my mother was busy preparing for dinner. By then my dad had come down to the kitchen asking my mother why she was calling for me so many times and that I am not responding to her instantly. I then quickly told him that patti was waiting for me under the tree but she refused to come into the house when I invited her.
The word “patti” was specially meant for her coz I never call anyone else that way, so my dad knew instantly to whom I was referring to. My dad was surprised that the Patti was waiting outside instead of coming into the house and he wanted to see her too after so many years. Both my mum and I followed him. But to our surprise she was no where to be seen. My dad asked me, “Mollu, where is the patti??” And I remembered pointing towards the Mango tree. My father surveyed the whole garden and around the garage.
Then he went to our gardener, Muthu who was busy washing the car in front of the garage. He then asked him whether he saw an old woman coming around (anybody who were to come to our house had to pass Muthu first). He said an old lady with a sarong and chewing paan passed him earlier but when he asked her whom she wanted to see she refused to answer him nor did she turn to look back at him. He said he could only see her side profile but saw her carrying a yellow pouch walking briskly towards the back of the garage. He also said he saw Rani going back home but did not see the old lady passing him again. He said that probably he could have missed her while he was busy cleaning inside of the car.
Then my dad said that perhaps she could have gone to see her friends in the neighbourhood and would come back later. My dad told my mum to prepare some extra food for the old patti esp. fried chicken which was her favourite. We waited but patti did not turn up so we carried on with our dinner. As it was late my dad said probably her son Seenu,, who was a barber in town would have picked her from her friends’ place. My dad said he would go and see the son the next day on his way back home for lunch.
Next day after school about 1pm my dad picked me from school and we were on our way home. He then instructed me not to go out alone in the garden when it’s almost dusk or talk to anyone or go to them if they were to call me. I did not know why he was saying this but once we got home I heard him telling my mum that he went to the barber’s shop to find out about the patti. He was so shocked to know that the patti passed had away 3 weeks ago due to old age in Ipoh and that they had just done her prayers. Seenu, told my dad that he wanted to inform about his mother’s death but was too busy making arrangements to go back to Ipoh that it slipped his mind.
Much later in life, I came to know that she was so fond of me as a child. She wanted to take me along with her to Ipoh promising my parents that she would take good care of me since my mother had two more younger children to look after. She promised my dad that he didn’t have to worry about my education for she would look into everything I needed coz she has got enough money. Of course my parents told her nicely that she is allowed to come over to our place anytime she wanted to visit me and that they cannot live without their daughter too. Since she was getting older she had to follow her elder son to Ipoh leaving her other two sons to carry on with their Hair dressing Saloon. My mum said that she left our home crying all the way and her children had to advice her to calm down. It seems she kept hugging and kissing me ( I forgot this part!!) and didn’t even want to follow her son leaving me behind. Somehow they managed to coax her into going back to Ipoh. Due to the distance from Ipoh to Klang those days patti never came visiting us nor did she leave Ipoh until her death.
If Muthu , our gardener did not confirm seeing the patti nobody would have believed me and would have said it was totally my imagination. But then now my parents were very sure her spirit did come to our place so my dad quickly asked for a transfer to Kuala Lumpur. He felt it was not safe for me to stay there any longer. They said that she has kept her hope of taking me with her all those years in her heart and that after her death she has come to fulfil her dreams.
They felt she would definately come “calling” again, as she was not able to forget the little girl who stole her heart with her mischievous behaviour or the loving way she addressed her as “patti-ma”!! :cry:
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SONU GOPI :wink:
a lighter tale and definitely an unforgettable one for me, I still smile when I think of it...
I had a good north indian friend with whom I spent about a year in TN. After that I went to work a few years out of South India while he happened to remain and work in Chennai.
After two years I stopped in Chennai on a holiday and we spent a weekend together chatting endlessly about work life. By now, my pal was having the away-from-home blues and complained about South India, South Indian food and South Indians for hours and hours. Since this was a rare opportunity to be with him, I had no desire to have a sour memory of this meeting and hence quietly took his rants in one ear and released them through the other.
He was talking about his south indian boss and how his boss pronounced "A-I-R" as 'air' as in the word 'hair' and not as ayyy-re. I was puzzled since as far as I knew that's the way A.I.R should be pronounced.
Then he went on to say about the south indian female colleagues in his offices and how often he went to dinner or movies with them. For a person with low tolerance of South Indians, his tolerance of south indian females was remarkable indeed!
He mentioned how he befriended some Chennai girl from some Java forum that he was a part of and they would often share emails about tamil movies. That evening we happened to goto a browsing center and were sharing the same PC. He opened his box and sure enough there was a mail with the gal's name on it. However the name showed Chandramouli!
I wondered if this could be a case of Chandra Mouli, since a 'Gowri Shankar', a 'Leela Krishnan' were all appropriate names for a girl nevertheless. The mail was opened and in response to request for a visit to the Marina, his date "Chandra Mouli" had given the fatal news that "she" was staying in a bachelor accomodation and would gladly visit him on "her" bike!!!!
(In some movie, Goundamani turns up at a village and wanting to check out the chicks, contacts Senthil. Senthil tells him that Radha, Leela and Gowri are all waiting. An impatient Gounder wants to meet them all, and Senthil takes him to a deserted place where 3 banian clad rowdies accost Gounder with a grin. Senthil introduces them as Radhakrishnan, Leelakrishnan and Gowrisankar!!)
That was the end of my friend's adventures and when I saw that mail, the first thought to strike me was "Geez, these stupid northies cant even distinguish a payyan from a ponnu...How the hell will they learn the correct pronunciation of "a-i-r"?!?!!" :lol2: With great difficulty I kept a straight face for the rest of the afternoon and later after I got into a deserted bus, buried my face in my hands and laughed my guts out! :rotfl: