A tryst with the ghost - 2

I know what you're thinking about. Doesn't this guy have anything else to write on? What is this, his fantasy about ghosts? OK OK. I pledge. This is gonna be the last one on this particular ghost :). This one goes this way.

We were a bunch of people fresh out of college and with a job. Not just any job but a call centre job. After that short stint in that profession ,I so much love that job. You get everything that a man craves for. Yeah you got it right my friend. Its so damn easy there. I don't know what makes the people over there different from the rest of Indians or makes soo much oomph. I learned this word recently and I have been using this word wherever I can.

After getting a month's free stay in a hotel we had to fish for an apartment. Finally we got the right building. There were 18 of us who got 3 flats from the same building. Looked like the owner had a vision from god and his only purpose in life was to rent-it away to us 18. Or was he expecting some visions knowing that we work in a call centre :)) .

We had to stay in a make-shift apartment for two days before moving to the our respective houses as the real ones were undergoing some repair. All the girls were put up in a flat in the 2nd floor and the guys were in the fifth floor. All was going well. It was a dream to stay with so many chicks all around. Oh yeah I didn't give the split yet. We were 6 guys and 12 girls. We were lucky bastards and you'll curse us more when you know how lucky we got with them!!

All were going well. We kissed good night (just to get a hollywood flavor) to the pretty women and went to our room. Me and Atul were sleeping or trying to get sleep in the front room. Other 4 were split in the two bedrooms. We were trying to get a sound sleep remembering the sleepless nights of conversations with Americans ahead. Just as we were inches far from the dream land I heard foot steps walking from the entrance door towards the terrace. I got up to see who was walking at this hour ,but couldn't see anyone. Atul also had got up with the same feeling. May be we were sharing the same dream. A strange creepy feeling ascended from our toes. It was impossible to dismiss that, but we wanted to think otherwise and tried to get sleep. Just after a little while somebody was banging on the door as if the supporting actress who often get raped in bollywood runs for cover.

We were equally frightened and forgot that we were in an apartment with minima 100 people around us. When you get that feeling ghosts cannot do much. They lose the battle like swines. I like beating them often like this.
Noone wanted to open the door. The bang was on........ Suddenly Kiran mentioned about the girls in the second floor. They might be wanting some help. Yes! It must be the girls. Everyone ran to the door. I was opening when the bang no 31 was in progress. I slid the latch down and opened as fast as I could proclaiming the arrival of the savior.

I had frozen there. Don't know about others. There was no-one at the door. It was impossible by any law of physics to get away to the stairs in that fraction of second. Because the passage to the stairs were atleast 15 metres away. I even checked the duct to confirm. The about to get raped girl might have jumped into the duct to save her "aaabrrooo" . The most invaluable thing for women in Indian cinema. All the parallels match here for all regional film industry too. If I could manufacture this "aabroo" , I would have been the richest guy in the planet looking at the amount of rapes happen here every day.

But noone was there in the duct too. No one wanted to go to the stairs and take a peep below. We locked the door and got in. Everyone ran to the bedroom inside. No one wanted to sleep at the end of the mattress. I somehow managed the third position. If I were to be attacked I would be the third one from left side and fourth one from right side. I was quite safe. The ones at the ends were already passing out I guess. Somehow we slept back after the hectic ghost chase.

Suddenly it was thundering or may be it was B-17s pounding hyderabad. Whatever it was, it didnt sound friendly. Was the ghost back at the door? This time it should be banging with the strength of 10 arnold sized ghosts atleast. We had no other choice but to check on what was it. Somebody announced that it was 4 in the morning. yes!! that word "morning" gave us some relief. Moreover ghosts are not allowed to operate past 1:00 AM. Even the rarest of the ghosts cannot be operating till 4 in the morning. We reached the door. It wasn't the door. It was coming from just outside the door. Could it be cult worshippers in search of the evil? I had heard that cult worshippers made strange sounds in the jungles of rajasthan. Just like any story even here there were rumors that nude women danced during the procedure. And if anyone sees it, their face would get as ugly as it can. Just as all the wonderful stories, even this one had a twist in the end. Otherwise who the hell would been in hyderabad.

No one wanted to open the door. Atleast I didnt. This time Atul gathered all courage and opened. Our eyes had swollen to accommodate the worst sight possible. But again there was nothing! But the deafening sound was still coming. We looked left from where this 100000 dB sound was coming. We could see something. After a frantic moment we got back into our senses .We were laughing our asses off. It was the sight of a "griha pravesh" or house warming in the neighboring flat. There was a oldie with amazing strength in his arms banging on a mridangam.

I never thought that this thing can make such horrible sounds. That's why noone must have thought of amplifying this instrument. Finally at cracking atleast one of the puzzles in the night we felt a little OK. We got to our beds and didn't even try to think about the incident that night. It might haunt us in our dreams too.....

A tryst with the ghost

Well the previous post blew up on my face exactly as I thought. "Debut" got into the place where "etcetera" is sitting happily now. Finally I had to learn this stuff the hard way -reading the help page. Now I know I can never be vivekanada of web sites. Its said that he understood the whole page by reading the few lines at the beginning and the end. Ofcourse, I'm talking about books here!!!

I'll beat myself up if I dont put in this incident and I dont want to expose my geminian traits once more. So it goes like this....

It was a boring evening and as usual we had nothing to do, except gossip. And whenever we think of doing something exciting. only one thing makes it to the top slot.....booze!. But this time nobody's house was empty with their parents gone to the natives. We had to find a place. I terribly dislike boozing at the bar. The thought of going back home after getting to that high ....puts me down. So I prefer dozing off there amongst my collections... smirnoff bottles.

Just as we were thinking of a place our dear friend Anush came up with the revelation of an empty abode somewhere near to his place. Empty houses could be anything. Nobody leaves their houses empty when the real estate is so kick-ass high. These thoughts comes to anybodies mind.... but as the wise note goes...."Booze can kill anything". So we decided to try it out. And if all is good...we have a permanent place to quench our thirst(s).

On the morning of the great day, the most excited of us yudi and vivek had got a bulb to light up two rooms of the house. They went to this best house in the town to fix the lights of one bedroom and another kitchen. They did some cleaning so that we could have a spend in the night!.

All preparations were done and finally the hour had come. We all got into our bikes happily with chakna, chicken , wafers.....whatever adds to the booze and ofcourse with the booze. The most excited event had started. Steven had got some debonair to quench his own thirst as he was a teetotaller. Well it remained like that only till he went to college the following year.
"Everyone attains nirvana someday".

As everyone says ..breasts and booze are the best combination, we had got specially ordered tandoored breast pieces....(Vegetarians may clarify the context). All were trying to get most out of the 750 ml vodka and the chicken. Everybody sacrificed wafers and chakna for the others. It was true love for one's friends.

Steven had seen enough of debonair and may be thats the reason he had to visit the toilet although we were the ones who were drinking. He went to the toilet with a torch that we had carried. Yes the planning was all done days prior to the d-day. No one noticed Steven had come back or may be because anyone who goes to a toilet has to come back. Silly thought! Where else can he go from a toliet. Ofcourse there are black holes in there but that can just transport cockroaches or just small cockroaches.

I thought of mixing some debonair and with vodka and turned to Steven. It was then I realised that Steven was not just sitting there. He was all sweaty and was like a soda can out of the refrigerator with bubbles. He could be sweating , but not this much. I asked for the debonair with my senses still enslaved but he wasnt responding but was just gasping heavily. I asked him little louder but his face was in sheer shock. I sensed the seriousness and shouted to him aloud in panic. Others got into action soon after. Steven just couldnt speak beacause of the heavy amount of air intake. May be there was no space left for words to come out. The bravest among the group Yudi enquired on where he had gone and ran to the toilet. He was back there in just the same second. Did he really hit the black hole of the real sense?? Whatever it was he too was freaking out. He shouted to get out of the house the very moment. Everyone knew there's something wrong with the toilet. Suddenly our enslaved senses killed the most powerfull to victory. We got to the toilet and all were equally flabbergasted. There were blood stains all around. Surely there was some murder and the killers might be just returning after disposing off the body.

No one needed a "command" to start running..... but all had heard this command from deep inside. While running to the bike nothing made us turn around. Suddenly Mr.Smirnoff was the least of anything.... Our legs were not exactly doing the act of running. We felt as if someone might just catch our backs. No one wanted to be the last amongst us. The last person has 99.99% probability of getting caught by the invisible hands. This was a confirmed statistics from all the movies that we had seen. The bikes in sight made us feel as if we finished the first leg of the race. The bikes wouldnt start or the legs would get slipped or the ignition was not ON. Whatever errors to start a bike are there was happening with us. One two three , four all bikes had started but I was still getting it to start. Suddenly it came to my mind..... choke!!! I screamed ch0.........ke!!! The machine finally broke its silence. We were out of there in minutes. Everyone of us were riding as if we just attended grand prix. After covering quite some distance the first bike slowed down at the neon street light post. All stopped. No one talked for some time. The shock in our spines was finaly getting down. Yudi laughed and suddenly we were all laughing. Strange things happen at strange times. Who can laugh at such a time. We discussed all possibilities of the worst nightmare. There must have been a murder or rape. A girl or may be a man. Vivek was telling that there could have beeb more than one murder. But no-one was really listening to anything. Everyone wanted to get home. We all went to Yudi's place. No one had the nerve to go back home alone.

Finally the day light was there. It seemed like the most wanted thing of the recent past and hoped it could stay like that for a few days. I mean just days and no nights. We got up one by one still in a feeble shock. We went home...., one by one. It was a sunday and that did bring that regular pleasent feeling to our mind.

Later in that week Yudi came running to the school. He had heard that it was a haunted house and there had been seven or eight murders. This is the best thing about haunted houses. Every year the number of murders increase. Anyway we didnt have a good enough reason to deny that story. On contemplation of the story the whole thing had become more fiery. Was it really a ghost?? We wanted to get out of the recent version(supposedly true) more badly. Nothing scares anyone as ghosts. May be a game of badi would relieve us. Soon after class we headed to the badminton tournament. The first game itself had brougt us back to normal. Everyone just hoped that things stay the same way.......for some time.

Debut

This is my debut into the blog-life..... hence I have made the post as "Debut" ... I just want that name to stay for this posting, but you never know. Crazy things happen with web sites.... things what you do, not necessarily turn up the way you want. I am now thinking what will I do if this word "debut" follows me for whatever I write here.... damn if it happens.. . But I feel OK, coz of the confidence that I write codes which creates these stuff(things called as software). yeah I know its silly but all software engineers feel that they understand and can deal with stuff they havent remotely dealt with. Now take my case. Except for flicking pre-written codes I havent used "www" in my three years of work life. And see my confidence!!

I am already having second thoughts as to continue writing this blog and complete saying for what I originally started this. yeah..... I belong to the fraternity of geminians....Wonderfull creatures only if they could take timely decisions.

OK.. Enough. I have decided to take it to the next posting....May be my lazy ass just triumphed over my brains.. I have started feeling numb and shitty already!! :)