Hi Friends!
Is it appropriate now to send in another one of my dreams tale? :roll:
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SONU GOPI :roll:
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Hi Friends!
Is it appropriate now to send in another one of my dreams tale? :roll:
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SONU GOPI :roll:
ya sonu gopi :)
Early one morning I got up from my sleep feeling really confused, tired and lethargic. I have been “travelling” a long way in my strange dream. I woke up and saw the time was 4.30am. My normal time to wake up and get ready for school is at 6.00am. I just lay awake scared to close my eyes to sleep again - afraid that the strange dream might continue from where it was left…this has happened to me so many times before – so for a 11 years old girl I was really confused not knowing what was happening to me.!
Sleep wasn’t coming so I started to recollect what I had dreamt… I saw my family and I travelling south of Malaysia from Kuala Lumpur heading towards my uncle’s residence. My uncle had passed away (my mom’s BIL) and in the dream I remembered my father saying that he had died of a heart attack.( Frankly speaking, I didn’t know what it meant then!)
As soon as we reached there I saw a big crowd gathered outside the compound. I could see dark green tents with bright yellow lights from one end to the other. As I stepped out of the car, I ran towards the house. I saw the crowd breaking into two rows and made a path for me in the middle to make it easier for me to run up the staircase. I was using a grey frock with black lace trimming. As I was running along the path the ground was quite wet due to some rain earlier – I tripped and fell but I was lifted up by strong hands and the man dusted the dirt from my dress telling me “ Slowly dear child, be careful”. I remember murmuring “thank you uncle” but didn’t see his face. I climbed up the stairs (someone saying "turn to your left"!) and I turned to my left - there in the hall, I say my uncle lying in the coffin with my aunt and cousins around him. My aunt was using a light yellow nylex saree with tiny multi-coloured floral designs. I went closer and kissed him (uncle) on his cheek and I heard a good friend of aunt (aunty Madhavi) instructing me to sit next to her. I do remember crying too but suddenly I got up from the terrible nightmare with tears flowing down my cheeks.!
I now heard noises in kitchen so I knew my mother has got up. I slowly got out of my bed and the clock indicated 5.30 am. I went into the kitchen I saw my mother and I started to cry. She hugged and consoled when I narrated my dream. She asked me whether I had washed my legs and had said my prayers before going to bed. I told I did that but the bad dream was so real like it had taken place! She told me to forget about it - to take my bath and to say my prayers so that nothing unfortunate happens. This uncle of mine was my favourite for he always pampers me with chocolates, dolls and trips to the zoo when I visit them during every school holidays.
As usual I went to school at 7.am and my class starts at 7.30 am. In my class I was noted for being the most mischievous girl. All my lady teachers had a tough time controlling me – so to punish me they will give notes for me to copy on the blackboard so that the rest can take down. This way there is less noise in class. That particular morning I was extremely quiet and my history teacher ( plus class teacher) Ms. Parames noted this. She come in to our class towards the later part of the morning around 10.30 am. She called me to her desk and asked why I was quiet. I told her my uncle "died" and I am upset about it. She asked me why I was in school instead of attending the funeral. I then told that the “death” was only a dream. I also stated crying and she (though naughty, I was her favourite student) was consoling me too not to worry for it as it was only a dream. She also told me that for that day she will write the notes on the board herself and advised me to go back to my seat and not to worry unnecessarily
As I was in the midst of talking to her around 11.00 (something) I saw one of my father’s workers ( Mr. Rama) standing at the classroom door. I got permission from the teacher and approached him. He told me that my father has instructed him to pick me from school and send me to his office. I asked him if my uncle has passed away – he was trembling and kept mumbling that he doesn’t know anything but was only told to take me back. I kept arguing with him saying I will only get up on his bicycle if he were to tell me the truth!
While in the midst of argument with him, I saw my father’s car approaching and it came to a halt in front of my classroom. I ran to him asking him if uncle had passed away – my father quickly looked at Mr. Rama, who instantly said that he didn’t say anything but I was the one talking everything like I had known it. (Later I knew that my dad had instructed him not to tell me about my uncle’s death). My dear teacher was speechless when my father approached her and told of his intention of taking me back home. I heard her telling him about my conversation with her. Later my father got my principal‘s permission for my leave for the next few days.
When I reached home I saw my mother crying in the midst of packing and getting things organised. I had my lunch and all the foodstuffs in the fridge and cooked food was given to the maid to take back home. My mother gave us children our change of clothes and we were all ready to leave. As we were travelling my dad (driving the car) said that my uncle had died of a heart attack! My heart skipped a beat…and I was shivering like hell. Then half way thru’ the journey I just bent a little to see what frock I was using –God!! It’s the same grey frock with the black lace trimming!! I was seated at the back seat and I bent forwards towards my mother who was seated in front and whispered in my mother’s ears “ Ma, I am wearing the same dress as in the dream” My mother said “ What same dress?” My father asked my mother what was wrong and she told him about the dream I had in the morning ( I did not mention about the dress to her). My dad said that it was strange that a dream can be so real and my teacher had mentioned it to him.
When we reached our destination (night 7.30pm) – I got off the car. I saw the dark green tent with the yellow lights from end to end. I saw the crowd in the compound - dividing into two and made a path in the middle for me to run up. I ran and tripped just like in the dream ( ground was damp) and two strong hands picked me up and dusted the dirt from my dress and said “Slowly dear child, be careful”. I said “thank you uncle” to this unknown man but this time I looked up at his face and said “Oh, its you” and he said “yes, its me" (my father’s old friend). I made my way up the stairs and turned left to the side of the hall (now I knew which side he was placed) and I saw everything just like in my dream. My aunt with the same nylex saree, my cousins and all other relatives were sitting round the coffin. I went forward kissed my uncle on his cheek and then I heard aunty Madhavi calling my name softly "sonu" instructing me to sit next to her!
Rest of the funeral I have not seen in my dream – ‘coz I had woke up – probably I would have if I had continued to sleep after that short break – that is the mystery I shall never know.
Note: My dream was in the early hours of the morning (between 4.00-4.30 am) but my uncle passed away around 9.00 am (the same day). He was alive even when I was going to school at 7.00am. If only a telephone call was made perhaps he could have been saved but how? – but then again….he was fated to go for his time was up!
I was too young to think and nobody took me seriously – its normal for ppl to say "Don't worry... its only a dream”.
What do you call this? Trick of the sub-conscious mind? :roll:
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SONU GOPI :roll:
Excellent post sonu chechi!!
I had mentioned about a friend of mine who had experiences like this here on this link but got bashed by skeptics for it and stopped posting more of his experiences.
However just a similar story I will add.
This was the month of March 2004. I was chatting with my friend on yahoo. He was based in Virginia then and it was a monday.
It seems that around 4 AM the previous day(Sunday) he woke up all of a sudden thinking about an uncle of his. Something told him that something was definitely wrong(most probably death) whenever he gets a 'flash of data' like these. He knew that uncle well and his close friend was that uncle's son-in-law. He called up home in India(2:30 PM) and inquired his parents if his uncle was fine. They said they had heard nothing wrong about him and asked him to go to sleep.
He slept off for 2 more hours but was woken up by the phone at 6 AM. It was his parents from India. The uncle had passed away at 2 PM few minutes before his call and since their parents were travelling that time, they got the news from his relatives couple of hours late!! :shock:
Very Good Sonu!! :D
It was a premonition!! You simply have the gift of being told ahead of what to expect!! You had them as a child and now even as an adult (Cancer Boy's story?), this gift remains with you, Pa!! I think the trick is not to let it scare you but to simply acknowledge it, so that it keeps serving you like a lighthouse's beacon of danger!!
Walrus - perhaps you ought to guide your friend to our site here too??? That way Sonu and your friend could compare notes on their individual experiences. What do you say???? This site should serve as a common platform for people with strange experiences like ours to meet and exchange notes, Pa! What do the rest of you say???? :)
niro,
i have lost contact with him now :(
just by looking at a person's name in print he could tell 80% about him!!
Dear Walrus,
you are very much excited with dreams that were really come true!!!.... I kept my questioning mind away and read&enjoyed the incidences written here. Few months back, I had seen a documentary in discovery channel (by a professional explorer) about a Sri lankan girl who could able to remember her previous birth life. In her previous birth, she was drowned to death in a small pond near a mountain and in the current birth she identified the place, her previous birth relatives, used items and death experience so vividly!!! The very interesting thing is she belongs to family (christian) who do not believe reincarnation in the current birth. Now she is considering both parents as her parents!!!. It all came in discovery channel. I will try to give the link...
Can you able to believe?
Dear r_kk
why do u assume I need to break my head over everything? i only supported some events which were confirmed with reality and never quoted any unverified hypothesis or prophecies. anyway this has been a pleasant thread without debating, lets keep it that way.
very wrong, just now i pm-ed sonu gopi about my dreams which never came true :)Quote:
Originally Posted by r_kk
I will keep an open mind and would love an opportunity to discuss with her. I have never shied away from interviewing such people myself.Quote:
Originally Posted by r_kk
BTW, I have refrained from posting intellectual things for past one week due to the serious events of last week which require more than intellectual talk. Hope you understood my silence. I do not wish to debate/question anyone in this thread since my methods would only drive away honest-minded people from openly posting their experiences/fears here without the need to produce a satisfactory answer to convince anyone.
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Originally Posted by r_kk
I saw this programme too in Discovery Channel - where this girl takes the crew to the spot where she was supposed have been drowned. There were emotional scenes too with her "new found" family. They also showed the photo of the drowned girl then about 9yrs or so.
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SONU GOPI :roll:
rkk just curious to know what is the meaning of the above quote. Thanks!.Quote:
Originally Posted by r_kk
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SONU GOPI :roll:
Dear Walrus,
Please, don't be serious... I also do not want any serous discussions (I am the one of the few guys who refused to attend the grand new year party given by my company).
This is just casual posting...becuase I have long holidays, nothing else to do except sitting at home alone....
When you refereed that in other threed, skeptcis didn't believe, I thought I can ask "Can you believe this?" thats all... Please don't think I am making any kind of challange here (in this thread..)!!! I will not make any arguement in this thread. I will be just a listener here...
Let me give more details about the reincarnation documentary aired in Discovery channel.
In that documentary, a reincarnation case about Thusitha, a girl from Sri lanka was reported in detail. This girl, born in 1981, described at about the age of three, how she had lived in a place called Kataragama (at a distance of 230 km from her village) where she drowned in a river. She stated that her father was a flower vendor and that one of her brothers could not speak. In Kataragama, the researchers Ian.Stevenson and Samararatne (1988) found a family of flower vendors that had a son that could not speak and a daughter that had drowned in a river in 1974. Of the 30 statements that Thusitha had made, only two turned out to be wrong, and three unverifiable. In other words, all the other 25 statements were right. The two families in question had never met at all and had never heard of each other. Dr. Ian Stevenson, who did the verification for discovery channel, is a former head of the Department of Psychiatry at the University of Virginia, and presently Director of the Division of Personality Studies at the University of Virginia.
Sonu,Quote:
Originally Posted by sonu gopi
“Netrikan thirapinum….” Meaning… (it seems you haven’t seen the movie Thiru vilai adal)
This statement was made by a Sangam period tamil poet Nakiran when he made an argument on a subject, in which he contradicts with God. The god got angry with the irritating statements made by Nakiran and decided to burn him with the fire from his third eye. When the God opens his third eye, Nakiran understood the opponent is God but still he argue and say that you can be God, you can burn me with the fire but at this moment also I say that you are wrong. I also have similar questions and want to argue with God even if God burns me with fire… Don’t ask him whether I believe of not… but I am very much inspired with the Nakiran’s courage.
Sonu Gopi,
I am a bit surprised you have not seen the movie. Among my dozens of keralite friends, most of them were aware of the movie because in olden times parts of kerala especially the travancore area was part of tamil nadu so my friend's dads stayed in tamil nadu and didnt miss a single tamil film(esp with kerala payyan MGR on fire, in stark contrast to the lifeless Prem Nazir across the border :))
Thiruvilayadal is a 1965 movie and was a super hit. Our moderator NOV used to go great guns over it in the tfmpage threads last decade :) It had everything a winning movie could ask for - AP Nagarajan in direction, KV Mahadevan for music, SP Balu/Balamuralikrishna for songs, Kannadasan for lyrics, cast of Sivaji Ganesan, Balaiya, Muthuraman, Devika, Nagesh, Savithri, Sundarambal.
Sivaji played Sivan's role fantastically, it was a class act and an unforgettable one. He had played both Sivan and Dharumi earlier when the movie was a stage play. The stirring dialogue that r_kk mentions is a big hit and memorised by children growing up in TN, when I was a school kid in late 80s, one of my classmates went to the front of the class and recited the entire dialogue word by word - thats shows the popularity of this 1965 movie!
Nagesh's comedy was funny and enjoyable - this was the first tamil movie i saw :)
The dialogue was available as an mp3 download but recently was removed from coolgoose unfortunately :(
Here is a spoof review on thiruvilayadal :) :)
http://www.lolluexpress.com/thiruv.htm
Pls tell me the name of your previous avatar. You seem to know my history!Quote:
Originally Posted by hehehewalrus
2ndly SPB in Thiruvilaiyaadal?
No! Never!
:)
I think I need to re-acquaint myself with that movie with my kids in tow this time!! :D I still remember Sivaji's Sivan helping out a poor poet played by Nagesh! Gosh, that was a classic scene Pa!!
Thought I'd share here : In my English class with the Tamil school kids, I had to wrack my brains to explain the meaning of a tree and log to them in Tamil. None came to mind except these lyrics which amused and enlightenend them!!
Ahem, correct me if I'm wrong People!! :
Parthaal Passu Maram
Paddethe-vittal Nedu Maram
(forgot)........ veruvukku ahem maa...
Nyana thangame.......
Just hope Nov, that they could take a leaf out of your experience and use lyrics of songs in Tamil discussion. I'm sure it'll be a hit, Pa!! (in Tamil schools and POL classes).
Though not necessarily with todays songs Niro. Check this one out from the movie New ....
coming in the style of the world and a new
shining like diamond pearl and a new
walking in a new kinda sound and a new
in a town and everybody get down and a new
ini varum one o'clock two o'clock new
pudhiyathu iniyathu enakkini oli varsham thaan
one two three, ada you are free
buck up idhu padhmasri
one two three tigonometry
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or this one from manmadhan....
manmadhan wanna wanna be a wanna man
manmadhan tell me tell do you understand
manmadhan everybody want to know
manmadhan man man manmadhan
manmadhan to be it in love
manmadhan cant be going around
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maybe this is what is actually needed in our Tamil schools. :D
Thanks for helping out Nov! So much English in these songs??? Got to check them out!! :)
Nov, I wasnt even aware of internet during your tfmpage-enlightening spree. Became an archive moottapoochi and silent spectator later :)Quote:
Originally Posted by NOV
sorry - confused the 1965 movie with SPB's debut song(1965) :(Quote:
Originally Posted by NOV
When my husband was attached to a plantation in Perak Malaysia, we encountered a number of weird happenings. These are some of them:-
The manager's bungalow that my husband occupied is about 80 years old, right from the British era. It is a double storey part wooden and part brick house - very big and very tall. The bungalow sits on a one acre land. Surrounding it of course is the plantation (palm oil).
Before my husband was transfered to that plantation, for about 10 years the other managers who had occupied were all bachelors - and none of them had ever used the upstairs portion of the bungalow. When my husband started staying there he got the helper to clean the whole house. The sitting room upstairs is surrounded by long windows and is very airy. My husband cleaned it bare (took away all the furnitures) and made this place his meditation area. The rest of the rooms he just cleaned up.
At that point of time I was working away at another city and only returned to the bungalow during weekends.
At first everything was ok. Then the disturbances started. First the daily cleaner complained that when she is cleaning the upstairs portion, she could hear the front or the kitchen door being opened. But when she comes down to investigate, the doors are indeed open but no one is there. Then, when she is cleaning downstairs, she could hear noises upstairs, noises made like when ppl are moving around the house. She didn't think much of it but it started to become worse. The final straw was when she could hear loud (really loud) sounds of children playing and running upstairs. After that incident she asked to be transfered to the plantation & refused to work at the bungalow!
The thing is nobody else experienced these so at that time we thought the helper just made up the stories, though I myself felt that there could be a slight truth in the helper's complaints.
All was fine until we told my mum-in-law (whose family pray to Ayya - Muneeswarar) about it and she being a very pious woman arranged for an altar with Ayya's photo to be put in the house (My husband was not really into prayers etc).
Then it started. You see the place where my mum-in-law put the altar was exactly at the corner facing the foot of the staircase going up.
First the noises started. The bungalow is quite far away from anywhere else, the nearest neighbours are the plantation clerks and their houses too were about 200 metres away, so the place especially at night is so quiet that even if you drop a pin, you can hear it.
My husband didn't bother the sounds. He continued to meditate upstairs. When I come back during the weekends, I used to have the feeling that someone is staring at me from upstairs through the corner of the staircase railing. When I look up suddenly, I could see just the slightest of shadow moving away from staircase.
And once when I was bathing (the master bedroom and its attached bathroom is downstairs) I suddenly had goosebumps and then I saw something very tall & dark (I am short sighted and was not wearing my glasses at that time) at the doorway (which I normally don't close fully) staring at me, a couple of seconds later it went away from the bathroom door . I thought it was my husband back from work. I called out but he didn't reply. When I came out of the bathroom, I looked for him but he was nowhere. Then I realised that it was not him whom I saw!
After that I just stayed put in the downstairs living room with the front door open till my husband returned home. He told me not to bother and just pray or recite some mantras. I was quite scared after that incident. It never happened again.
After that every now & then from the corner of my eyes I could see something scurrying down and up the staircase especially at dusk when I am at the sitting room alone watching tv. One thing I noted it never went down completely - probably because of the altar?!
Although we were both not really disturbed much, almost all our guests refused to stay overnight in the bungalow - they never told us the reason but we figured it must have stemmed from the bungalow's other 'occupants' !
However one particular incident which happened about 2 months before my husband resigned from his job till to day has never failed to give us the creeps.
One night after travelling from Penang, hubby and his friend reached the bungalow at about 11 pm (I was away). His friend stays not very far away but since it was already late, he agreed to put up the night in the bungalow.
My husband arranged for him to sleep at our bedroom downstairs (since he didn't dare to allow him to sleep upstair lest he gets disturbed!). Hubby then watched tv until about 1 am and then fell asleep in the sofa.
At about 6 am, hubby woke up and went to wake up his friend - he was missing! And the bed did not show signs that anyone had actually slept in it! . Hubby searched the whole of downstairs & after failing to find the friend started upstairs ........ there at the landing of the staircase, his friend lay unconsciuous his legs on the staircase and the upper body on the landing !
Hubby was by taht time very scared - he tried to wake his friend. THank God! his friend woke up albeit drowsily. He complained he was very very tired. Hubby then helped him to stand up & held him & slowly started to go downstairs. At that time he noticed the marks of a hand with all the five fingers across his friend's back as though someone had slapped the back very hard.
He didn't mention anything to his friend & pretended as though nothing had happened. His friend went to sleep.
At about 10 am when the friend woke up, my husband asked him why he was sleeping upstairs - his friend with surprised look said "It was you who woke me up at night & brought me upstairs to sleep, don't you remember!?"
Till now we do not know what actually happened but we were very glad that nothing untoward had happened to us while staying there.
Boy!! That is sca.....ry Pa!! To make matters worse, I happen to live in a similar type of bungalow too!! It too is abt 80 years old, and we do use the two bedrooms upstairs and the hall!!!! In Perak, too!!!!
You're giving me the creeps Shakti!!!! I've sent you a private message, please reply Pa!! I'm on tenterhooks here!!! :roll:
hi nirosha maam
check the carpet on the third step of the staircase...look underneath it - there would be a picture of a skull
:twisted:
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*At that time he noticed the marks of a hand with all the five fingers across his friend's back as though someone had slapped the back very hard. He didn't mention anything to his friend & pretended as though nothing had happened. His friend went to sleep. *
Tell me about the markings he had. The markings were gone then at 10 am? Or, did he say, that was also a compliment of your husband? Did your husband take him to hospital to treat that markings at all??? :? :?Quote:
*At about 10 am when the friend woke up, my husband asked him why he was sleeping upstairs - his friend with surprise and said "It was you who woke me up at night & brought me upstairs to sleep, don't you remember!?" *
May be he had a dream and has a "disease" of walking during sleep. The problem with these "facts" is that they are NOT REPRODUCIBLE just like the cold-fusion or herbal petroleum, observed for only once. :roll:
However, I should say, it is a good "tale" for the people those who are already superstitious. This tale will sure make them stupider than they are now. :(
Having seen the wholesome and serious postings of shakti in other threads, i am not inclined to doubt her post. I would prefer to wait and watch if she can share more incidents.
Wonder if anyone has experienced this - A couple of years back there was a period when i would have a sharp burning sensation in my back and shoulders while taking early morning bath in hot water. I examined myself in the mirror and surprisingly found scratch marks as if made by a sharp instrument. It wasnt very deep but dry. I wasnt having any nails and I dont have the scratching habit either for any reason. This would persist randomly for days at a stretch. :twisted:
:roll: Intersting!!!
Did you have any serious argument with any of your other roommate, who has long finger nails? :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by hehehewalrus
In college days, we used to apply tooth paste on the mouth of sleeping guys, draw scar images on their body and threat by imitating the presence of Ghosts :twisted: (Connect some wires to spoon and keep it inside the glass and operate it by sitting at another room at midnight).
(treat this as casual post....)
I believe Shakti too!! Primarily because, I've heard these experiences related by umpteen others in different circumstances!!
Matter of fact, there was an infamous rest-house in a nearby town, which had to be demolished due to poor business! Nobody wanted to stay there, because of these episodes of finding themselves out of bed, in different places, by early morning!! None of them could remember how they got dragged out and placed anywhere else but the bed!! And I don't think they're all nocturnal Somnambulists!!!! :roll: :roll: :roll:
Anyway, prankster entities like the one Shakti mentioned are generally referred to as poltergeists or boggarts in English folklore! But I think it's what is commonly referred to as the "djin" here in Malaysia!! It has an interesting origin too!!
Djins are generally kept as pets by many Malay Muslims in this part of the world. Just like the rest of us who keep dogs as the house guards, there are people who keep them as their family pets and guards. From the description that Shakti gave, I believe that's what it was. Perhaps, it got left behind, by a tired owner who could not keep up with its maintenance, so decided to leave it be!!!
Djins are known to have originated from Mecca in fact. Not everyone who goes there are on a pilgrimage!!! There are sorcerers too among the teeming masses who make their way there in search of "pillars" where one could invite home these entities after a certain stipend changes hands!!
The above details was intimated to me by an old Malay colleague, who explained that it was indeed a peculiar custom to many of his people, in the community. Not everyone practices it of course, but it's generally meant to strike a chord of fear, by those in the know, not to mess around with you know who, in the village because of what you know is around, as family pet!! :wink:
[quote="hehehewalrus"]Sonu Gopi,
I am a bit surprised you have not seen the movie. Among my dozens of keralite friends, most of them were aware of the movie because in olden times parts of kerala especially the travancore area was part of tamil nadu so my friend's dads stayed in tamil nadu and didnt miss a single tamil film(esp with kerala payyan MGR on fire, in stark contrast to the lifeless Prem Nazir across the border :))
LIFELESS? :o PREM NAZIR? :? HOW DARE YOU? :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil:
Blah-Blah - You have to admit that Prem Nazir was a more insipid lover boy that our dear MGR ever was????? :lol:
MGR was a fire-brand Pa!! He weaved in social messages in between wooing the lovelies!! Now who could surpass that, mmmm????? :D :D :D The man gave us fantasies to die for!!!!!
No, mellon, he had the markings for almost a week & he also had high fever for almost a week (a point to note - my hubby did not tell him what he saw & neither did we tell the wife). This friend has never had a history of sleep walking either. So what do u all say?
And yes, nirosha, you may be right about the Djin (Isn't the spelling supposed to be jin, no?) I too have heard similar stories from my malay friends.
And what about this creature called Toyol? It's supposed to be green, bald, ugly, about 3 feet tall (sometimes can appear to be very tall & dark also)?
Any interesting real life experinces, anyone?
Jinn,Toyol,Yakshi,Kuttychathan,Madan,Marutha!Why don't all these creatures come out in the open?
OH!I FORGOT ABOUT FORUMHUB! :twisted: :lol: :lol: :lol:
Blah-Blah do you think all the above exists? :roll: If they come out my friend, then you would run for your life! :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by blahblah
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SONU GOPI :D
you call me a coward? :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil:
If the cap fits you - wear it!! :lol: :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by blahblah
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SONU GOPI :wink:
:poke: :lol: :lol:
blahblah,
do u remember a cartoon serial called You Just Wait in 1987 on sundays 5 PM on DD? your avtar reminds me of that :)
But that was Bugs Bunny with with his famous lingo "what's up doc?" :wink:Quote:
Originally Posted by hehehewalrus
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SONU GOPI :D
:roll: Blah-Blah's spooky tale still cooking or has it burnt to a singed crisp, Pa???? :lol: :lol: :lol:
Was it really Bugs Bunny? I dont think it was a Hanna Barbera production and there was no Daffy in it. It was always a fox & a rabbit(who spoke russian and in a voice unlike Bugs bunny)Quote:
Originally Posted by "sonu gopi
Hi guys n' girls[thats the convenience-even grannies can be called girls on this forum :lol: ]
1.Walrus,its Bugs Bunny all set to go hunting for the rabbit season :lol: .
2.Nirosha,good things can wait a little.
3.Sonuchechi[a particularly young girl! :twisted: ],we are deviating from the subject of this thread.So come out with one more of your dreams urgently :D .
Hi!
Shakthi's post was very interesting! I have something similar to share. My father was a judicial officer in Tamil Nadu. Once he got transferred to Chengalpattu as District munsif. He got allocated a quarters where judicial officers lived. My mother was a school teacher in chennai at that time. When we went to Chengal pattu to see the quarters, we found it quite eery as there were very few houses occupied. The houses were quite expansive with a top floor and a balcony. That was the first time we ever lived in such a big house. Also facing the quarters was a hill (quite big). We could hear howling of wolves and foxes in the evening. After we moved in, myself and my brother were admitted into the Ramakrishna mission school in Chengalpet. So soon my mother was staying alone in the day. She could recall similar images that shakthi recounted earlier . She would tell us about four dark forms sitting around the dining table and playing cards and smoking beedis. She said she could even smell the beedi. My mother always had some extra spiritual sense (which my father would jocularly remark as nervous weakness. Her insticts always came true on people, places and journeys). I was in my third standard then. I used to get some kind of difficulty in breathing even if there is no cold or cough and only in night times(I still remember the smell of molten camphor and eucalyptus oil that my father would apply). Strangely when we moved back to chennai, my breathing difficulty also ceased(after reflecting on it now). Later someone told us that the judicial officer's quarters was built on an erstwhile burial ground ( ala poltergheist). I dont know how much of that was true but the place was sure as hell spooky. My mother also became quite relaxed later. I donno, but women are more sensitive to the matters of spirit and generally men like me are quite dumb in this matter.
Jaiganesh
welcome here, i am a silent reader of your blog and tfmpage posts :)
Appdiye indha foruthlayum blog pola edhachum ezhudhunga
Thanks hhw!
I was a silent reader once in this forum reading all the interesting posts. Thanks to corporate bureaucracy , I am finding tonnes of free time at the computer to post. That apart, I could only post partially whatever I wanted to in the previous posts. I had some interesting deja vus and heard about interesting ghost stories from my friends and relatives. Interesting to note that Vijay TV is going to run a show on this topic called "Kaathu Karuppu". We will have to wait and watch on that. Anyways in my blog spot I intend to open an eerie corner containing collected spooky stories. Let us see how that pans out. In the meanwhile we can discuss a lot about these paranormal happenings. In Tamil milieu, we come across guardian angels of villages , who are nothing but spirits of departed, good hearted souls. Similarly we also come across evil spirits and their manifestations in village stories. There is someone called A.K.Perumaal who is running a series called"Makkal Dheivangalin Kadhaigal" in www.thinnai.com . It is very interesting to read. Unfortunately it is in Tamil, so ppl who can't read Tamil cannot enjoy it. Once again thanks for welcoming me in this area of the hub.