Mom, how much do you love me?

“I remember my mother’s prayers and they have always followed me.  They have clung to me all my life.”  Abraham Lincoln

Me: Hi Mom! May I ask you a question? I want you to be frank about it. I want a straight answer from you.

Mom: Sure Son, go ahead.

Me: How much do you love me?

She looked at me as if I didn’t know the answer at all. She looked hurt and confused. I have been with her ever all my life. She helped me walk, talk, laugh. But why wasn’t I satisfied? Maybe I was little then and didn’t know the meaning of a motherly love at that time. I wished I remembered.

Mom: Here’s how much I love you, son.

The Car Scare

You were little. I don’t remember your age, but I guess you were four or maybe five years old. I sat on the front porch watching you play with the fire truck that your dad bought for you. The phone rang, and my sister answered it. She said the call was for me. I hesitated to go inside and respond to the phone while you were out on the front lawn playing. I wanted to take you in with me. But I didn’t. What could happen? You’re safe. The gate is locked. My brother was fixing his car in the garage. My sister was on the couch, and she could see you clearly from where she was sitting. There were Fisher mongers whom I knew very well, sitting opposite our house. So, what could happen? You’re safe.

It all happened so fast. You were young and innocent. How would you know? I was there to teach you what was right and what was wrong. There was this gut feeling inside me, telling me to take you inside while I answered the phone. But I chose not to listen to that feeling. A careless mistake from my side.

You crawled under the car while my brother was fixing it. Within few seconds, he unlocked the gate and got into the car, started it and took the car in reverse while you were still underneath the car.

The Fisher mongers sitting opposite our house had an unobstructed view of the car and you underneath it. I heard them scream. It just took me a second to know that something bad was about to happen to you. I dropped the handset in the middle of the conversation, ran outside and kept repeating ‘O God! No! Not my son. Please not him’ many times. I can hear the Fisher mongers from outside shouting that there’s a child underneath the car. My brother heard the screams and stopped the car at the right time. I dived down under car, but I could not fit underneath it. I had to stretch my arm to drag you out from there.

The second I caught you and dragged you out and put my arms around you, I fainted. My sister managed to grab you from me before I could fall to the ground. I was carried inside and placed on the couch. My brother sprinkled water on face. The second I opened my eyes, I screamed your name. My brother told me to calm down and that you were safe. You were sitting on my sister’s lap, playing with your fire truck. You were smiling, and I knew you weren’t hurt.

I was angry. Not with you. But with myself for making such a careless mistake. I wouldn’t forgive myself if anything happened to you.

I loved you then, and I love you the same even now.

Fishermen to the Rescue

You loved the beach. You loved to get your feet wet. Most weekends, we go off to the beach. It was close to our home but during your younger days, we had to walk a lot over pure white sand to reach the waters. Sadly, the white sand is no longer there. The water swallowed it all up. You can’t even call a proper beach now. I don’t know how it happened but I think they build an artificial island nearby, and because of that the water came forward onto the mainland.

That weekend was like another day. The whole family went to the beach. I took your beach toys. You liked digging in the sand with your toy spade and putting it in a bucket. You would then throw all the sand out and put it back in all over again.

It was a beautiful day. The morning wasn’t that hot with few clouds here and there, cool breeze and the water was cold. My brother bought a beach ball two days back, and so we all thought to make a circle and passing the ball around. You were busy playing, and all of us were there right next to you, so I joined the circle and started moving the ball around.

After every few seconds, I looked at you to make sure you were all right. Hehe! You were busy playing. Everybody was having fun until this time I took a little longer to look back at you.

You weren’t there. Your beach toys were there as it is. But you weren’t. I looked around, and you were gone. I froze. There were a lot of people at the beach that day. I scanned around hoping you were just walking around nearby. I couldn’t find you. I started to panic and spoke out loud that I couldn’t see you anywhere. Your relations to began to scan around. I asked a young couple if they saw you sitting a few feet away from where you were. They said no. I started to panic. I started going around and asking random people if they saw a little boy walking around. Nobody saw you. I began to cry. Few people started to help us out trying to find you.

For almost an hour, we were at the beach. I became hysterical and started screaming. My brothers had to drag me out of the beach and took me home. Once I was home, I couldn’t even stand up straight because of the fear in me that something bad has happened to you. Our neighbors had to console me, and someone called the police. It was a huge search party. The whole town got the news within minutes.

I sat on the couch, with my mother, sisters, and neighbors. I didn’t know what was I going to say to your dad who was abroad. It would scare him more than me. He won’t get the right picture. It was better to be there in the situation rather than hearing it from someone. It will only make it worse for him.

After what it seems like hours, we heard singing from a distance. We all ran out of the house and from far I could see a crowd of people walking towards us. By their clothes and the way they were singing, I knew they were fishermen. And on one of them was carrying a little boy on his shoulder. I recognized you there and then. I ran forward and there you were smiling. When you saw me, you called out loud, “Mommy.” The fisherman took you down from his shoulder. I hugged you. I must have kissed your face 100 times. You got frustrated because of that and tried to get away from me. But no way I was going to let you go. I would have searched the whole world over and over again to find you.

I thanked the fishermen, and we all went home. In time, your Dad got the news. He called me up, and I told him the whole story. He didn’t seem angry but relieved that you were OK. The picture would have been different if we didn’t find you at all.

I loved you then, and I love you the same even now.

Well Prank

As you grew up, like all boys, you became more adventurous and yes of course, naughtier. I can not forget that day. I wanted to spank you so hard, but yet I didn’t do it because I was glad you were safe.

We had a well behind our house. We placed red bricks around the well, and made it look like a platform, and on it, we placed flower pots. It made the well look more magical that way. You were playing outside next to the well, while I, my mother and my sister were in the kitchen cooking. I could see you playing clearly from the kitchen window. You were acting like a knight. You had one side of my shawl tied around your neck to make it look like a cape. You had a wooden stick and kept waving it around like a sword. You loved to act like a Prince from the bedtime stories I used to say to you at night. The prince from Snow White, Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty.

I have no clue from where you got such an idea to do it. Was it from the television? Or maybe it was the Devil putting those bad ideas into your head. You took a brick, and before throwing it into the well, you shouted out loud, “MOMMY!”, and threw the brick inside the well and hid behind it.

My dear, Son! I heard you call me, and I heard the splash.

For what I’m going to say to you next, I will not blame you if you laugh your guts out, or if you tell me that was the stupidest thing I ever did. But this I know, Every mother who has gone through the pain to bring their little ones into this world and who has sacrificed a lot to see that their little ones get what they wanted, they would have done the same thing I did for you.

I ran out straight to the well and jumped in. I went underwater many times trying to find you until I heard my mother and my sister calling my name and saying, “He’s right up here. He’s okay. He didn’t fall into the well. He played a prank on you.”

I looked up and saw you. You were looking down at me and smiling. Oh, that innocent smile. You didn’t know how much you have scared me to death. I was so angry with you. I shouted at you. I said that when I come up there, I’m going to punish you. You got scared and started crying. You kept saying, “I’m sorry, Mama. I didn’t mean to scare you”. The neighbors had to come and help me out of the well.  Once I was out, I glared at you, and you looked so white and scared. That sweet, beautiful teary eyes of yours were staring at me, wondering what I’m going to do to you. But instead, I knelt down and hugged you, because I was so glad that you were safe.

I loved you then, and I love you the same even now. 


Dogs and Spirits

For those of you who have read my previous posts, ‘The Demonic Animal’ and ‘Demonic face on the wall,’ I have yet another story to share with you. I’m sure most of you must have heard that dogs have a 6th sense. In India, there is a saying that when you hear dogs howl in the middle of the night, it means spirits are roaming about. If you have watched Indian horror movies, you will notice that the main item that will make your spine tremble from top to bottom is the howling of dogs.

This incident happened to me recently, I would say a week. The place I’m staying right now is more like a men’s hostel. In each room, they are at least two to three people staying together. For some, they preferred to take a whole room for themselves. Like me for example, I rented a whole room for myself. That’s because of my previous experiences. My other roommates never respected me. They used to come late at night while I’m in a deep sleep or at times when their cell phone rang, they preferred to answer the call with me inside the room fast asleep rather than going outside and answering it. Those were the type of roommates I had. That’s the main reason why I chose to rent a room for myself rather than sharing it with someone else. It’s a bit expensive, but I have all the freedom I need. So I guess it’s worth it.

A month ago, this new person (Mr. X) took a whole room for himself. He was a very strange fellow. He never used to come out of his room; he had no friends, and nobody in the hostel knows a thing about him. The worst of all, not even his name. But in time, we all managed to keep him out of our heads. At times, I used to see some of the guys asking him if he would like to join us for an evening walk. He never accepted any of our invitations. He just shook his head and walked back into his room. We won’t see him for the whole day after that.

But a week ago, his whole life changed. Just last week at three in the morning, while the entire hostel was fast asleep, I heard the most horrifying scream. I jumped out of my bed with my heart in my mouth. I could only imagine this would be the way a human would scream if he encountered death face to face.

I didn’t come out of my room until I heard voices of other people outside the corridor. I slowly opened the door and saw people running. I came out slowly. Once I was outside, I could see people trying to break open the door where Mr. X was staying. I wasn’t even sure if it was him screaming. No one could recognize his voice. It sounded more like an animal howling.

At last, they managed to break open the door. We saw the strangest thing ever. Mr. X was lying on his bed. He had his hands covering his eyes and he was screaming like a mad man. Some of the guys went over to him and tried to talk some sense into him. I was standing outside his room watching all this happening. Mr.X kept repeating that he was going to die and that this man with red eyes is going to kill him with a knife. The people next to him tried their best to convince him that, nobody was going to kill him and he only had a nightmare. I noticed he was sweating so much. Someone sprinkled water on his face, and he slowly opened his eyes. He was breathing heavily, and he looked so pale that he looked more like a corpse that came out of a zombie movie. It took nearly 40 minutes for him to calm down. Some of the guys tried to change the subject. Some even said jokes. He slowly got his senses back.

A friend of mine who was staying in a separate room told him to join him for a small walk outside, just to get some fresh air. Surprisingly, he nodded his head and got up to go out. I too thought of accompanying them, not because I wanted to keep his mind at ease, but I too needed some fresh air. We three went out. The whole street looked like a ghost town. Not a soul outside. It was quiet except for the breeze and the leaves scraping against each other. The moon was so bright that night.

My friend was in the middle; I was walking on his left side, and Mr. X was walking on the right side. While we were walking down this particular lane, I had this bad feeling. It was more like fear. I had no idea for being scared for no reason. But I knew something was not right.

Suddenly out of nowhere, from the shadows, at least 6 to 8 dogs circled us. We all just froze. It took me some time to realize that these dogs were only looking at Mr.X and not us. My friend and I tried to shoo them away, but they would not even budge. We decided to move away slowly but the dogs would growl, and it looked like they would pounce on us any moment.

We three just stood there for like a minute, and suddenly all hell broke loose. The dogs started to bark furiously. It was like they would tear us all apart any second. But my friend and I noticed that the dogs weren’t barking at us but only at Rahul. And what’s worse, something didn’t look right with Rahul. We couldn’t see his eyes properly. We couldn’t see the iris, just the white part. We could see his teeth, and he was biting it down hard.

Now here’s the scary part. The dogs weren’t just barking at Mr.X only. They were barking at someone else standing at his right side. I turned around thinking there was someone behind us but the whole street was empty. At times few of the dogs would jump back like as if someone was trying to shoo them away. I was rooted to the road and trembling with fear. We stood there motionless for like a minute and then my friend suddenly turned around and ran for his life. Seeing him running away made me turn around and run. I never ran so hard in my life since I finished high school. My friend was running in front of me, and I was running right behind him.

We didn’t even stop to help Mr. X or turn back to see if the dogs were following us or if they were tearing him apart. We didn’t stop till we reached our rooms. I ran into my room, locked the door and put all the lights on in my room. I jumped onto my bed and covered myself with my sheet. I was trembling so much. In the distance, I could still hear the dogs barking.

For a whole 10 minutes, I was just staring at nothing and slowly fell asleep. At ten in the morning, I woke up and somehow managed to refresh myself and got ready for office. While I was walking down the corridor, I put my head closer to the door to see if I could hear him inside but nothing.

I just hoped he was ok. Felt guilty for leaving him there all to himself. But you couldn’t blame me. Just imagine, you see dogs surrounding a group of people and barking at only one. And what’s worse, barking at someone you couldn’t see but they could. Someone that made the dogs jump back, as if, someone was trying to hit them or shoo them away. The way Mr. X looked at that moment also freaked me out. I watch horror movies and the movies like Exorcist and Evil Dead did freak me out a lot. Mr. X looked like he was possessed. Forgive me if I’m saying it wrong. I just don’t know how to say it. That was the best way I could describe how everything looked.

I walked to the bus stand trying to get rid of the whole thought. My day at work didn’t go well. At night while returning to the hostel, I noticed Mr. X’s door was wide open. I didn’t want him to see me, so I started to walk fast. But as I crossed his room, I managed to have a quick glance inside. He was sitting on his bed crisscrossed and stared at the wall in front of him. I’m glad at least he made it back to his room. I never spoke to him again, and he was back in his world, stuck in his room with the door shut most of the time.

I believe these facts now. Dogs do see things that we humans can’t. They do have a sixth sense. They could see spirits.

Toy Story (Just a Dirty Thought)

Andy has been with his toys till he was old enough to go to college. He played with them as if they were his only friends. His toys were alive. They had feelings for each other and most of all for Andy. He never knew they were alive all the time. His toys acted like toys when he was next to them, and the toys became active when nobody was present next to them.

So here it is, my dirty thought. Have the toys ever seen Andy masturbate? I mean his toys were there all the time in his room till Andy was old enough to go to college. Like all (maybe most) boys, there is no doubt that Andy used to Masturbate.

Do you think Woody and the other male toys tried to find where their penis was? And if they did try to find it and found out they didn’t have one, what do you think happened after that? Did they start running and screaming around saying”O my God, I can’t find it, I can’t find it”? Do you think Mr. Potato Head asked his wife Mrs. Potato head,” How do we make babies?”

(Thinking loud to myself)

OMG!!! Seriously! Get a life.

A Beautiful Story

Here is a story or rather a true story that happened a few days back. My uncle was having a party at his place since it was his daughter’s birthday. By the time I reached his place, there were already a lot of guests. A lot of kids running and screaming around out of joy and excitement, the ladies were at the dining hall pouring out their thoughts all at once, and the men were in the living room with drinks on the table and trying to bring up a topic. As for me, I just sat at the corner and wished lightning struck me and I would have a reason to leave early.

I hate parties. A lot of people shout, drink and go insane; ladies are like blah, blah and blah; we have to hire animal trainers to whip the kids just to keep their mouth shut and the worse thing about parties is the cleaning. Guests don’t care what they do to your stuff. They don’t care about what their children are doing; they worry a lot about their empty glasses and gossips.

There was this particular couple I found interesting. The moment this couple arrived at the party, they were quiet. At times I noticed the lady looked tensed and she would whisper something to her husband. After everyone had finished having their cake, my uncle went over to the couple and asked where their daughter was? They said she went to the hospital to see a friend of hers who met with an accident. But she was supposed to reach a long time back, and her parents were worried. They tried calling her cell, but she wasn’t answering it.

When dinner was about to be served, the door bell rang. One of my uncle’s friends opened the door. I don’t know the reason for the sudden silence in the room and the scream from the lady whose daughter was late, but I moved closer to the door to get a better look and was surprised. Well can’t say surprised, maybe it was shocking. It was the lady’s daughter alright. But she was completely bald. She entered the room smiling while everybody’s mouth was wide open. I later understood she had long hair that reaches all the way down to her waist and a silky one at that too. After an extended 1-minute pause, everyone started laughing. She looked cute but still she looked weird.

Her parents who were shocked at the sudden transformation asked her why she shaved her head bald. She smiled at them and said,

” While I was with my friend at the hospital, I noticed next to my friend’s bed there was another girl on the other side of the room. Out of curiosity, I asked my friend if she knew her story? Her friend replied that she had cancer. She was young, pale, bald and yet behind those weak eyes and pale skin I knew she was so beautiful if it wasn’t for that cancer. I wished from the bottom of heart that I could do something to help her. But I knew the only thing I could do for her is pray. I went over to her bed and started to talk to her. She was happy to talk to me.

After a long talk, she touched my hair and said she had never seen a beautiful hair like mine before. That’s when I asked her if she wanted my hair. She just stared at me. I asked her again, do you want it? I can give you my hair. She said no. But I forced her. I told her that I could grow my hair back again. In the end, she accepted my offer. So I went over to the beauty parlor and told them to cut my hair off completely since I want to make it into a wig. After they had finished cutting my hair, they gave me directions to a place where they make wigs. So I went over to that wig maker and the guy there said it would take a week to make a wig out of my hair. So once their done making it, I’m going to give it to her. ”

After she had narrated her story, everybody in the room was silent. Or should I say embarrassed because they laughed at her? As for me, I was tempted to get married to this kind-hearted lady who went to the extent of cutting her hair which she took care of for years. Her parents were proud of her. Her mom gave her a big tight hug and her dad patted her on the shoulder. In the end, we all knew who got rewarded. The smile she gave to that little girl who has cancer was the biggest reward anyone could get.

Researchers Record Scream of the Damned

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[Please Note: There has been much debate whether this is real or not. I am not saying it is real or not, but we feel it is important enough to post it and let you the reader decide.]

These details are from the translation of an article in a Finnish newspaper named ‘Ammennusatia.’

A geological group who drilled a hole about 14.4 kilometers deep in the crust of the earth are saying that they heard human screams. Screams were heard from the condemned souls from earth’s deepest hole. Terrified scientists are afraid they have let loose the evil powers of hell up to the earth’s surface.

‘The information we are gathering is so surprising, that we are sincerely afraid of what we might find down there,’ stated Dr. Azzacov, the manager of the project in remote Siberia.

‘The second surprise was the high temperature they discovered in the earth’s center. ‘The calculations indicate the given temperature was about 1,100 degrees Celsius, or over 2,000 degrees Fahrenheit,’ Azzacov pointed out. ‘This is far more than we expected. It seems almost like an inferno of fire is brutally going on in the center of the earth.

‘The last discovery was nevertheless the most shocking to our ears, so much so that the scientists are afraid to continue the project. We tried to listen to the earth’s movements at certain intervals with supersensitive microphones, which were let down through the hole. What we heard turned those logically thinking scientists into trembling ruins. It was a sometimes a weak, but high pitched sound which we thought to be coming from our equipment,’ explained Dr. Azzacov.

‘But after some adjustments, we comprehended that indeed the sound came from the earth’s interior. We could hardly believe our ears. We heard a human voice, screaming in pain. Even though one voice was discernible, we could hear thousands, perhaps millions, in the background, of suffering souls screaming. After this gruesome discovery, about half of the scientists quit because of fear. Hopefully, that which is down there will stay there,’ Dr. Azzacov added.

“What unnerved the Soviets, apart from the voice recordings, was the appearance that same night of a fountainhead of luminous gas shooting up from the drill site. And out of the midst of this incandescent cloud pillar a brilliant being with bat wings revealed itself with the words (in Russian): ‘I have conquered,’ emblazoned against the dark Siberian sky.”

‘The incident was unreal; the Soviets cried out in terror,’ says Mr. Nummedal. Later that night, he saw ambulance crews circulating in the community. A driver he knew told him that they had been told to sedate everybody with a medication known to erase short term memory. The Soviets use this drug in the treatment of shock victims.

“As a communist, I don’t believe in heaven or the Bible, but as a scientist, I now believe in hell,” said Dr. Azzacove. “Needless to say we were shocked to make such a discovery. But we know what we saw, and what we heard. And we are convinced that we drilled through the gates of Hell!”

Dr. Azzacove continued, “..the drill suddenly began to rotate wildly, indicating that we had reached a large empty pocket or cavern. Temperature sensors showed a dramatic increase in heat to 2,000 degrees Fahrenheit.”

“We lowered a microphone, designed to detect the sounds of plate movements down the shaft. But instead of plate movements we heard a human voice screaming in pain! At first, we thought the sound was coming from our equipment.”

“But when we made adjustments our worst suspicions were confirmed. The screams weren’t those of a single human; they were the screams of millions of humans!

Do you know why Jacques Costeau, the famous underwater explorer, quit deep sea diving sometime before he died? It’s said that he stopped because he had heard in one of the underwater caves he was exploring, the sounds of people screaming.

There was also another time, when one of his men, who was in a diving bell in the deepest trench at the Bermuda Triangle, also had a similar experience. He signaled to be brought up immediately. After being revived from his shock, he told others of his frightening experience of hearing “Screams of people in pain.”

Déjà Vu

I don’t know if this is true or not but have you ever noticed that when you wanted something or thought of something, you get it. Here are few incidents that happened to me.

I was wearing the same spectacles for almost like two years and one day while I was cleaning the lens I thought to myself that it was high time I changed my old specs. Ever since that thought popped into my head, I kept thinking of changing my specs for like twice a day. And then suddenly two weeks after that thought my specs broke and I was forced to buy a new one. Coincidence!

What about the mobile phone I had. That too had a story. I had a Nokia 1600. It was a decent cell phone that even a ten-year-old could master it in like 5 min. I had it for like four years. Then when I got my first job, everybody at the office had a cool cell phone. I thought of owning a new phone ever since, and within a month I bought a Samsung Galaxy 3. I don’t know from where the money came from, but at the end of the month I was walking around and showing off with my new sexy gadget.

It doesn’t have to be stuff that you use in your everyday life. Here in India, you will find a hell lot of crows. They are menacing, cunning, irritating and brave flying creatures that have managed to learn the ways of human thinking. The most annoying thing about them is when they shit on top of your head while you are going under a tree. When you see a tree ahead of you, and you think of a crow crapping on top of your head, it happens. Yes, it’s true. And when you are with your friends, and you’re talking about something so interesting, and you pass under a tree without thinking about the crows, nothing happens.

I cannot say if it’s our mind playing tricks with us or who knows it might also be super intelligence. Our brain can use a maximum of 10 % only. If it crosses that mark, who knows what we humans can do? We could start teleporting and flying around. I exaggerated over there. Or did I???

The Headphone Error

A friend of mine was in his room with the door locked and watching porn on his PC. He had his headphones on his head. The sound was low, so he increased the volume to get a better feel to it. Before switching to the porn video, he opened the Wikipedia page and kept that minimized. That’s in case someone asked what he was doing inside his room with the door locked.

Suddenly, his mom started banging the door. He immediately switched off the porn, removed the headphones and maximized Wikipedia website.

When he opened the door, his mom started smacking his face hard and asked him how he could watch such filthy things. He lied by saying he didn’t watch anything filthy but instead he was reading an article on Wikipedia. But his mom wouldn’t believe him. After all the beatings and scolding he confessed that he was watching porn. His mom told him to remove all the wires from the PC and that he would never be able to switch on his PC ever again.

He slowly started to remove all the wires from his CPU, and when he was about to unplug the headphones from the CPU, he realized that the headphone pin wasn’t plugged into the headphones jack, but instead it was connected to the mic jack. So that explains why the sound was too low.

The moaning wasn’t from the headphones but instead from the speakers. That’s how his mom found out.


Mobile Phone – Dead without it

The first mobile I ever had was Nokia 7610. My dad bought it for me when I was in Saudi Arabia. I got it after I finished my grade 12th. I only wished he could have bought it earlier while I was still in school. I could have shown off in front of my friends. But after my 12th results were declared (which wasn’t very nice to talk about) my dad said I was not worthy enough to have an excellent cell phone. With the marks I had he said I was eligible to carry the world’s first mobile ever created by man. So he took it from me and started using it for himself. Damn sad!

O well! Once I entered college, my mom bought me a cell phone. It didn’t have much, but it was worth it. She got me a Nokia 1600, and it was worth Rs. 2K. It was a brilliant phone. It didn’t have a camera or music player or anything funky, but when it comes to calling someone or receiving/sending messages, this cell is so comfortable and strong. I needn’t have to cradle it like a baby. It fell from my hands many times, and it still worked beautifully.

That was four years ago. And now I’m working, and with my salary, I bought a new cell phone. Samsung Galaxy 3. It’s a PC on your palm, and it runs on Android 2.1 (upgradable). I can surf the net, Facebook, Twitter, etc. It has a 3.2 MP camera, and the picture quality is mind blowing, and the music player totally rocks. It took me some time to choose this phone but with a lot of research I found out that is this right cell phone for me and sure enough, it was. But still, it has one drawback. It’s very delicate. If ever it hits the ground just once you can kiss your Galaxy 3 goodbye. I don’t even put it in my pocket. I’m scared if I knock it somewhere or if I sit down the screen might crack. And a guy like me who sacrifices a lot for technology rather than humans, it sure is a scary thing to take care of.

It’s been two weeks since I bought this cell and there is not even a scratch or even my finger print on the screen (I clean it 24×7) Yes, that’s right. Fingerprints! But I have to admit this cell is sure a headache and a blessing. Ever since I bought this mobile phone everybody here in my office had their eyes on it. I just bought it for Rs. 12K and it has everything in it that a cell phone would have for 20K. It helped me a lot when it comes to surfing the net and organizing stuff. The Android market provides brilliant applications.

For those of you who need a cell phone between 10K– 15K, then the Samsung Galaxy 3 is the right cell phone for you.

Travel Experience in a train from Kochi to Chennai

I booked a return ticket from Kerala to Chennai on October 10th, 2010. This ticket was on waiting list 15 Class 3A. By January 1st it was RAC 6. RAC means I have a berth available. But two persons have to share the same berth. So basically I have to sit through the whole journey or each of us has to take turns to sleeping.

Well, I guess that’s much better rather than having no seat at all. 3A is air conditioned, comfortable lighting, and good seats. But just imagine when you can see others sleeping with comfy blankets over them, and you have to sit the whole time.

My train was supposed to arrive at 5:30 pm but instead it arrived at 6:15 pm. There was a slight problem thou. I couldn’t find the compartment I was supposed to be in. I mean, when I checked the net it shows RB55. So at first I thought RB meant the name of a compartment. But it meant right berth. The train was about to leave. So I just entered a SL 12 compartment. Within 2 minutes the train started to move.

Once inside I had to walk all the way to SL 1. I was asking people inside if they knew where RB compartment was and all of them said there is no such thing as RB compartment. When I reached SL 3, I passed a coolie (a coolie is a helper who helps passengers with their languages). I asked him for directions, and he said it’s not RB but 3A. RB meant right berth, and it’s after SL 1. Whew! That’s a relief. Thought I would have to walk all the way to the end.

When I opened the door to the 3A compartment, I saw the TT collecting tickets from the passengers. I showed him my ticket, and he said your ticket is RAC. I nodded my head and tried to give him the same expression Puss In Boots gave to Shrek. Hoping at least by seeing my cute face he will give me a whole berth to myself. That didn’t work. He happily showed me my berth and told me this is where you will be sitting, and the other passenger will be joining me soon. Damn!

At the next stop the passenger arrived and sat next to me. Soon we both started to chat. He was working in some IT company fixing PC chips or something like that. A waiter comes and takes our order. I ordered Chapatti and Egg curry. By about 8:30 pm the other guy sharing my berth and I had our dinner. While having our dinner, the TT comes and says there is an extra berth available. So that means I get to have the whole berth for myself. I could sleep. That’s luck.

After dinner, the IT guy chose to shift to his new berth, and I arranged my berth and slept like a log till the next day. Once the train reached Chennai, I felt a bit down that my life is back to the same routine. Have to get up every day at 7:30 am and walk for 5 minutes to the bus stand. Wait for an empty bus. Reach office by 9 am. Back to my room by 8 pm. Have dinner and watch a movie on my laptop at the same time and then to bed. DAMN!

Well, I was glad I celebrated Christmas with my family and for the first time in our new house.

Happy New Year! 🙂


To all those who read my Previous story – Demonic face on the wall, I would like to say that my story doesn’t end there.

That demon followed us to our new apartment.

The apartment we moved into was beautiful and spacious. My family and I were happy to get away from our old apartment. My dad always came home from work with a big smile on his face and almost every day he came home with a big bar of chocolate. My mom got an interview call from the school where my sisters and I were studying in, and within a week she got a job as an English Teacher. Now with my mom also earning, it has become easier for my dad. Before when my dad was the only bread earner in the family, it was kind of tough for him to feed all of us. I mean it’s not that we were poor but at that time my dad could afford to take us to a restaurant only once in a month, and at times when my sisters or I fall sick then it was tough for my dad to use the money for any entertainment purposes.

Sorry, I never mentioned this before, but I am a Christian (Roman Catholic). The reason why I never mentioned this to you was that at that time my family and I never used to pray much. We believed in God, but we used to pray rarely. But this time we needed him by our side at all times.

My new apartment had two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a huge kitchen and dining room and a huge living room. My parents had the master bedroom for themselves, and my sisters and I used the other bedroom. There were three beds for each of us. All the three beds were attached, and on one side of the room, we had an altar with the picture of Jesus and the Virgin Mary and a small lamp with a small cross inside emitting an orange light. It gives out a little light but enough to distinguish the big cupboards from the small drawers. Even with the altar in our apartment, me and my family still prayed rarely. Right at the foot of our beds, there is a small portable clothes holder. I don’t know what you call it, but it’s something that everyone uses to dry their clothes if they don’t have a place to hang wet clothes outside. People use this mostly in apartments.

Everything seems to go well, but one day my dad came home angry. He didn’t want to talk to anybody, and he didn’t have his dinner, he just went directly to bed. The next day my mom asked the reason for him to be so angry. And my dad said he doesn’t know why. My mom was the first to realize that whatever has happened to us at the old apartment was going on again. My sisters and I started to fall sick again. My dad lost his job, and that made it worst. Things began to go upside down again. My mom was the one who became more depressed. She was the only one in the whole family who doesn’t seem to be affected by sickness or any other horrible feelings. But she understood that something was not right. And that’s where again my sisters and I found out the reason.

It was bed time. My parents went to bed. My sisters as usual and I were talking stories. The light was off, and only the small lamp with the cross inside was lit. At about 1 am we were still wide awake. That night was so different from other nights. This is the first time my sisters and I couldn’t sleep. And for no reason we became scared. I don’t know why. At about 1:15 am the small lamp with the cross inside suddenly went off. I have no words to say how my sisters and I felt that night.

The whole room was entirely black. In about 5 min we were able to adjust our eyes in the dark. And that is when we saw it. We froze. I want to scream. I can’t turn my head sideways; I can’t even move my body. I’m sure my sisters felt the same way. Something was jumping from the foot of our bed over the clothes holder and on to the other side. It was black. Even in the dark room and with a little light coming out of the window, we could still see that black thing. It looked more like a furry animal. It was just jumping from the foot of our bed and over the clothes holder and back again. If we see a person jump up and down with his hands high up in the air, you can tell the man is happy. That was the same way we could feel that thing was jumping out of joy. For about 5 min we could see this creature jumping. And this suddenly it just vanished. We didn’t move at all from our beds. I wanted to run to my parent’s bedroom. For once in all my life I felt that being with them is the safest place I could be. But I couldn’t get up. My sisters and I fell asleep at last out of fear.

Next morning my mother came to our room to wake us up and saw all 3 of us are hugging each other in our sleep and we were completely covered with the blanket. My youngest sister was sweating so much that even with the a/c on. She was running a high temperature. My mother woke us up and saw that we were so pale and our eyes were so red. My sisters started to cry. We told her everything what happened during the night. My mother called my dad. He was freaked out after he heard what we said to him. My mom kept mumbling to herself. She kept saying,”It has followed us here. It has followed us here”.

My dad didn’t go to office that day. My mother, my sisters and I didn’t go to school. We were so scared to do anything. The room was so silent. My mother suddenly stood up and told us that there is one solution. PRAY. My mother took us all in front of the altar and that is when my parents noticed the lamp with the cross in it was not on. My dad tried to fix it but it wouldn’t work. We started to pray the rosary.

That night my sisters and I slept in my parents’ bedroom. For a week we prayed without fail. We began to pray every morning when we woke up, before having lunch, at 5 pm and night before going to bed we say the rosary. Suddenly a week later after the incident the lamp with the cross inside suddenly lit up. And my mother suddenly jumped up with joy and said we are all safe now. And yes we were. After that, everything came back to normal. My dad was happy with the way he was at first. We never felt sick again. We continued to pray always. It has been the same way, a happy family for the past 15 years now.

At times I used to think if all these problems we faced were because of that old apartment. I don’t know. But maybe if we would have prayed, our problems would have been solved when we were in our old apartment. I couldn’t say. All I know is that my family is saved because we allowed God to be close to us. We never saw anything horrible again for the past 15 years. And I’m glad about the way things are now. We’re so happy.