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10 PM: We were having the usual dinner at the hostel’s mess, and like every other day, we were abusing the chief cook “Maharaj” for the quality of food we were served. Rumors were that the dinner was so pathetic that even the leftover was not consumed by dogs in our hostel campus. However the credentials of the witness were matter of great suspicion as some of them even witnessed girls roaming around the boys hostel in late nights, which we never found.

10:30 PM: Just when I finished my dinner, and walked to the mess counter to abuse the coordinator, a fight broke out on the other side of mess. Maternal and sister references made me realize that this was a must watch show. So, I left the coordinator without abusing him, and went to the table where fight broke. The sudden rush of my adrenaline was neutralized by pathetic topic chosen as a reason for fight. Its the famous Sachin versus Dravid fight. “Look at the record book- Sachin is God” said the small guy. The counter argument was epic- “Would you worship a god sitting in temple without walls ? Dravid is the Wall”.

10:45 PM: After listening to arguments of both the sides, I decided to place my bet on Ganguly. So, they politely asked me to leave the discussion table,or otherwise they would wrap my dirty tongue around my throat and hang me in middle of mess.So, walked out, and marched towards to elevated stage in front of mess. People were roaming around the stage holding their mobile phones on their ears, and I swear to god that not even one of them was talking to his parents. The after dinner period is all about girlfriend conversation syndrome. Even my room mate used to do this, I have seen him sleeping with his mobile on his ear, and some weird voice penetrating out of speaker. I never asked him whose voice that was, I was fearful enough just by listening to her voice.

11:00 PM: Power cut ! This was not expected, we never used to have power cuts in nights. I heard some “F*** you” and WTF screams coming out from different dark corners of the hostel. These were probably the Counter Strike group guys, they just didn’t know what to do without CS. People have seen them eating grass, chasing birds and singing “Hips don’t lie” whenever there were power cuts or whenever there was some technical issue with institutes’s LAN.

11: 15 PM: Though this was summer, and hostel back up generator had some fault, most people chose to remain in their hot rooms without fans. It is also a fact these most people had girlfriends. Remaining like me came out , and went to elevated stage, the coolest area of the hostel. The stage was big enough to offer hip space to 50 people. People started forming small groups on the stage, and started discussing weird things like  ‘end of the World’, ‘Indian Mysticism’, ‘Which engineering branch is best’,’Which is the branch which sucks most’ etc. But what caught my immediate attention was the group discussing ‘ghosts’. “Perfect!” I thought. The power cut and a dark hostel with jungles around was perfect for the ghost discussion.

11:30 PM: After hearing a few scary and weird stories from the members of the group, one of my friend shot a challenge out of no where. “Lets go to East Campus, and see if the tower story is correct or not. Those who say no will be cowards” said Z (I am not disclosing actual names). Ours was one of the oldest institute of India, it was established by British Empire for research. There was one tower behind the big workshop building, which was  closed for students. So , stories floated around in campus about the credentials of the  tower. The most scary one said that the tower was used by British to hang the mentally challenged offenders of empire as they couldn’t be hanged with normal offenders. Story claimed that the spirit of those who were hanged still roam around that tower and thus it was closed for everyone. Z claimed that girls in girls hostel behind the tower had heard weird voices of someone crying, coming out of the tower premises. “Okay sisters! lets get some bicycles, we are going there, and those who have balls diameter less than normal- please refrain! “said K, K was the devil among us. He was the one who would have jumped out of plane if asked to do so for 500 rupees, such was the character of K. Now since the matter had reached to cowardliness and diameter of our balls, no one dared to say no for the adventure. 

11:45 PM: We managed to find the keys of five bicycles, none of them belonged to us, and we didn’t asked anyone for bicycles. So I guess, you can call it a small level theft out of some rooms, or without permission burrowing. Five bicycles and seven people, now came the difficult part. “D, please adjust R on you bike” I said. “I have fever, I can’t pull him, and I am 90 kg, so I guess he can’t pull me either. This bike will be only single only” said D. “Bloody fool ! If you have fever, why are you coming with us?” asked Z. “To show you diameter of my balls” exclaimed D. Since I asked the question, I was asked to pull R, out of courtesy to my own raised concern for R.

12:00 Midnight: After bribing the hostel guard with a pack of Marlboro, and pulling bicycles for 15 min, we reached in front of our final hurdle – the campus gate. The gate was just 50 meters away, straight road. Parallel to that road was a small jungle type area. It had a narrow lane going parallel to the road, but a bit inside the jungle. Even in daylight, rarely anyone dared to enter that area and walk on its lane. There was a small pond inside, and rumors were that the pond was bewitched. So, after seeing the jungle lane, the devil inside K was invoked. “Lets take the jungle lane !” asked K, the devil. “I am ready.” I said, and I don’t know why. May be it was my time to show the diameter of my balls. Strangely no one resisted, but neither did anyone agreed. So, we went inside the jungle on the narrow lane where two cycles couldn’t go parallel, it had to be one after other. Just after 1 min of biking, we reached on the side of that pond. The full moon was casting a horrible reflection on the algae covered pond. The surrounding trees we so silent as if they were attending some one’s funeral. “Don’t look at the pond, the witch will get you” said D, and laughed. I like every one else knew that it was a fake laugh, because we tried laughing too, but inside we were so damn scared. I can tell you no one dared to look towards the pond. We were just looking at the lane and pulling the damn bicycles which were suddenly too heavy. Suddenly A screamed. “WTF dude ! what happened ?” asked Z, with a trembling voice, as if after hearing to  scream he had pissed in his pants. Well, others were feeling no less scared. “I think I have seen some one chasing me !” said A, in a low amplified voice.We didn’t say anything, and continued to move ahead. One of the reason for not abusing A for this event was that A was in the  last of queue of cycles. We never knew what he saw.

12:15 AM: We were scared, and we knew that we have got ourselves into a very bad deal. Even the devil K had pissed in his pants. He was as silent as a fodder chewing buffalo could be. The bloody scream incident was too heavy on us, and our mind was only imagining about the thing that must have chased A. Anyways, we reached our destination. After pulling the bicycles at a speed of Mach 3, we reached in front of the tower in 15 min. The gate to enter the tower premises was closed, a standard Aligarh lock was hanging on the gate. The power cut was sort of pan-city phenomena because the east campus also didn’t have power. There was no light at all, except the full moon. The din white light of moon was reflecting from the glass entrance of tower, could be seen from a good distance also. “Now what, it is closed.” I asked, looking at Z. “Lets go, I am not hearing any crying here, its a rumor” said A, he clearly had crapped in his pants. K was attempting to get a look into the premises, by jumping adjacent to fenced boundary walls. D and R were attending nature’s call behind the bushes, grown out of adjoining workshop walls. The silence of the night was very scary , it was very unusual that there was no sound around us. 

12:20 AM: After wasting 5 min in attending nature’s call, we decided to leave the tower alone. We were sort of happy, and tired. So we marched towards the cycles, discussing about next day’s classes.Suddenly we heard a murmuring sound coming from behind the tower premises. “Must be D and R” said K, very casually. “Idiot! We are here. ” whispered D, and at that moment everything changed. We went to state of horror and this time more scared, as were continuously hearing the murmuring voice coming from behind the tower. We all looked at each other, and came to knew the actual diameters of each other’s balls. K collected himself and said- “Lets check who is that.”. “Are you mad !” Said Z, the man who challenged everyone else was the most scared. “Come on, we can’t leave this place without knowing what is wrong here.” said K. “Don’t be too brave at this moment, we might get restrictions if someone catches us here this time. This could be a prof. ” said D. “Prof..and murmuring in the midnight, at a place which is closed..idiot.” I said, and again don’t know why. “Lets go.” said K and started moving to the backside of the tower boundary. We followed him. Though we would abuse each other at silly occasions, but when it comes to dying, we couldn’t let anyone us die alone. So we followed K, and as we moved slowly towards the backside, the murmuring started to strengthen. Our hearts were also beating at the rate of Mach 3 , adjusting our body temperature to the occasion. We were scared, tired and perspired. As we reached at the backside of the tower, we saw a Banyan tree. Under the banyan tree, there was a man, sitting on the ground holding a smoking pot in one of his hands. “Holy Cow! Who is he?” K asked me. “How would I know.” I replied. As we moved a bit more closer to that man, we saw us, and stood up. He started running towards us, and at that moment, we all got frozen, because of the lack of blood supplied to out brains, as our hearts got fear struck. That was a pure moment of zero, we were thinking nothing, almost nothing. As the man reached near to K, we realised that he was actually a guard of the campus security, by looking at his Khaki dress. But strangly, in a month of summers, he was wearing long winter boots, and a jacket overall. But we were so happy seeing a man dressed like a guard that we didn’t care about his weird dressing sense. I saw the other 5 behind, and they were also relaxed now.

 K: “Guard Saab, what are you doing here, at this time?”  

Guard: “That is for me to ask you guys” .

Me :”There no power in the hostel, so we decided to have a ride in the campus”      

Guard: “Your hostel is 5 km away, why you want to have a ride here?”

D: “We were here to see the ghost of the tower.”

D couldn’t control his happiness of seeing a campus guard, and went off bursting our secret to adventure. 

Guard: “Bhaiyaji! who told you there is any ghost here?”

R: “Arre Guard Saab! We know. We know about the history of this tower.”

Then there was sudden pause in the environment. The guard started checking us out visually. He looked at all of us, from top to bottom , and we couldn’t understand anything. I read the name at his badge- A.K Bajpai. Z was looking around, where as K was looking at the banyan tree. 

“Aum..rim..dhim………namaho….namah ! ” The guard started murmuring, looking at the tower. “What is it Guard Saab?” I asked. “This is mantra for Pret-Badha. Aum..rim..dhim………namaho….namah” He started murmuring again. We couldn’t figure out why he was doing that. And suddenly out of nowhere, the  blast sound penetrated through the silent environment of the night. “Boooooooooooooooooooom!” And the next second the guard started running, towards the tower boundary, screaming “Aum..rim..dhim………namaho….namah”. He freaked us out, and now the devil K, got scared very badly,who was standing next to the guard. “Run, he is ghost, he ran into the tower.” screamed K, and started running like Bolt towards the cycles, opposite to guard. I curiously tried watching the guard, and he simply disappeared into the dark, behind the banyan tree. I pissed in my pants, and ran towards cycles. “Did you see, he disappeared.” I screamed, running last in the line. “Yes I saw that, we saw a ghost! ” said R, running two positions in front of me.

As we reached to our parked cycles, we picked them up, and tried moving the fresher’s hostel 1 km away. “Stop, my cycle is punctured.” screamed D. ‘Holy cow, it was your cycle’s blast voice, Come here and pull me now” K said. And then we saw the most amazing thing. D suffereing from fever who initially refused to pull R, a 56 kg dude, was now pulling the 75 kg K.

 1:00 AM: We reached at the gate of fresher’s hostel. the guard opened the gate and a few freshers roaming out saw us. They immediately ran to common room, leaving all their business, probably scared of a senior raid in mid of night. “Bring some water, guard Saab.” D asked guard while pointing towards the mess, and breathing heavily yet fast like Rajdhani Express. He brought some water, we all had some sips. “What happened sirs?” asked guard. “We went to tower, and saw this crazy guard there, bloody paranoid, mentally ill ,psycho guard. You know him, some Bajpai?” I asked, collecting my breath. “A.K Bajpai Sir?” asked the guard. “Yes.” I said. He made a tense face and widened  his eyes a bit. “Sirs, a guard named A.K Bajpai hanged himself in the tower 40 years ago. He must be wearing winter cloths when you guys saw him, because when he died, it was dead cold of December”. This was the final nail in the coffin. We were like, mentally dead for almost next 5 seconds. We came back to our hostel, we didn’t talk to each other while coming back. The silence of our mouths was better than the frightened calm in our hearts.

8:00 AM: I got up and picked my sleepers. I pretended as if I slept by yawning but the fact is I didn’t. My other room mate notices this fake yawning-“Sleep a bit more.”. I went to check what my other room mate was doing because he was in better position to understand me. K was reading Bhagwat Geeta. He saw me, and then started reading again. i also didn’t say anything to him. I went to washroom, and found A peeing in the adjacent pot.  The way he was peeing was reflecting his mental state. It was  ‘ Tip- tip- tip………………(pause)……..tip-tip-tp’ pattern. I didn’t say anything to him too. I came back to my room, looked at the sweets I brought from my home after Diwali. “Don’t eat, you haven’t brushed your teeth.” I thought. “Screw it ! i saw a ghost. I must eat this as I can die anytime now” I yelled inside myself. So, I took a piece and swallowed, I didn’t chew it a lot, as I found it suddenly was not  that sweet. Meanwhile Z came in our room along with R. They were smiling. “They must have gone crazy after last night” I thought. They went to K, i followed. “Dude, its not the time to read Geeta.” said R, mildly smiling. “Oh, then may be after my death, I will get a chance to read it.” grudged K.  “Humaara kat gya (we were fooled)”said Z, laughing this time. “Why?” I asked. “There is actually a guard named A.K Bajpai, I went to guards hostel to check this morning” said Z. “You found him?” asked K, this time there was a sudden happiness in his voice, and smile at face. “Yes , in fact, he was sleeping, but when I entered in his room, he woke up and recognized me from last night.” said Z. “Holy Cow!  that fresher’s hostel guard fooled us, bastard !” said K, though he was not really abusing, his was a tone of a cheerful man. “I asked Bajpai why he ran after the tyre blast, he said that he thought we were ghosts of the tower, because no one come there in the night” said Z. We all laughed. “Why did he wear a full winter cloth in mid of a summer night? ” I asked, curiosly. “Bajpai, has this habit of smoking weed, we also saw him holding a smoking pot last night, remember. He said that he went under that banyan tree to smoke  weed, so that no one could catch him. And when he takes a dope, he feels cold, so he wears winter cloths. Even all guards know that he does this weird thing, thats why that fresher hostel guard fooled us. And while coming back we saw a few pigs coming out from jungle lane where A saw someone chasing him last night. It must be those pigs only last night ” said a joyous Z. We all went ROFL, and at that moment, I guess we achieved a sort of mini Nirvana.

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In my second year of engg I heard this spine chilling story from one of the craziest guy in our branch. It was the time of after midnight hours and there was a power cut. I was sitting on my chair inside my room with two other roomies, when he came inside our room, with a cigarette in his hands. Before that all we were discussing about the presence of supernatural powers. Actually the power cut set up a dark atmosphere in the room, a perfect time to discuss the ghosts and all. He said that he had a story which he read somewhere in a local magazine. The story goes like this…..

One night a lady in her 30s was searching for a taxi cab in the area of church gate, Mumbai. It was 3:00 am in the morning, and no taxi driver was ready to go at that time of night. After half an hour a taxi driver agreed to take the lady to her destination, which was 7 km away from there. He thought that helping a lady in situation like this would add to his good deeds plus he would make some extra money out of the situation. He instructed the lady to sit on the back seat and started the engine. After traveling a few minutes he saw man on the road waving hands to stop the taxi. The taxi stopped and the man requested them to drop him somewhere in between. The driver said it would charge double, the man agreed. The driver thought that he would be able to talk at least if he took the man. So he agreed to take him and asked him to sit in front with him. Meanwhile the woman was silent and was continually watching the dark sky. After a few minutes the lady asked the driver to stop the taxi, when they were crossing a graveyard. The driver stopped and lady went out. She ran towards the graveyard. The driver watched her and said nothing. The man sitting next to driver asked that why did he not asked money from the lady. The driver said “fool! Didn’t you see her feet they were reversed, she was a witch.” The man laughed. The driver looked at him with anger. The man said “dear! You only noticed her feet, what about me?” the driver then looked at the man’s feet and they were reversed. The next morning police found dead body of the driver in the taxi, his eyes turned all black.

After the story ended we were a bit horrified, I accept that is due to the power cut, thanks to the govt. but after a few minutes, my room partner asked a simple question “ if every body traveling that night in the taxi were dead by the next day , then who the hell told the secret of driver’s death to the people who published this story?”
We looked towards the guy who told us the story and he said “yaar! This is the magazine which publishes the stories about Hanuman ji living even today, Ashwathaama living in jungles, aliens in the ocean, end of the world in 2012 etc.” we all laughed.

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