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| Feb 28, 2005 5:19 am | | FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
FuFaji Lalit Vashishta | | The Story
It was a dark wet evening when I decided to take a walk around the old cemetary.
The cemetary was surrounded by seven-foot fence of wrought iron bars, each bar tipped with a lethal point to keep intruders out or to keep potential customers in. There had once been a gate but now, well over a century on, it lay propped up against the fence and overwhelmed by years and years of undisturbed ivy.
Suddenly the eerie silence was broken with sound of footsteps behind and a chill ran down my spine. Swirling around, I realised that the chill was actually cos of a drop that had fallen off the lamppost on which i was relieving myself.
The footsteps halted.I began to breathe, hadnt realised all this while I had been holding my breath.I took quick steps forward, anxious to get away as fast as possible from the mysterious eerie place. Somewhere at a distance I could hear the hoot of the owl. A few bats fluttered above my head. I walked on. The footsteps started again.They stopped when i stopped. My heart was beating faster!!Heavy steps! I dare not look behind!
My heart froze, my hands felt clammy, my skin broke out in a sweat!I had to move and move fast, get away from this place. Someone cleared his throat. A deep sound !I was rooted to the spot! paralysed with fear!
After several seconds (thought it seemed like ages) i had the courage to turn around and there it was rt in front of me.......... a shimmery-blue fog, a fog so thick that one could cut it with a knife! But then i heard them .... the foot steps were coming closer. Closer and closer..... picking up pace by the seconds.
The footsteps got closer and closer, I could almost feel the breeze as something moved towards me sending a chill down my spine. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out. My eyes were open wide in alarm, screaming silently for help, just screaming. But there was only the sound of footsteps, getting deafeningly louder.
There seemed some movement of light in the dark blue fog, shadows approaching, playing with the light in the thick fog, and then I felt something touch me. No, there were more than one of them. I felt them on my chest, legs ... I closed my eyes and screamed out aloud, i was sweating with fear. "Help, help ....."
Suddenly ! I heard a voice " Saheb what is the time now?"
Sweat poured down my forehead and the sides of my face as I recognised the voice of the cemetery worker Kalu who helped prepare bodies for burial. My heart beating in relief at the known voice , I croaked "Eight thirty p.m.". He came closer and peered through the fog " Are you okay saheb? " "Its not very safe to come here at this time"
"As darkness falls and the night draws nearer , various noises can be heard . Please dont come here at this time again ," he said harshly . "You never know what can happen !" I kept silent and walked along with Kalu , my eyes fixed on the circle of light thrown by the torch on the wet muddy road. Thoughts of the mysterious suicide of the young widow who hanged herself three days ago kept forcing its way in my mind.
"Kalu" I said, as he turned his fair nepali face towards me, "You are so fair, almost a ghostly white, then why are you called kalu?"
Kalu looked at me with piercing eyes, and said " It was a night as scary as this, and I was walking on this street, when I saw her, Saheb its a long story about my name.
I said to myself, I think a Fair Nepali and being called Kalu must be associate to some black magic he must have inherited from his village when he was born. The fear factor started increasing while being guided with the torch circled light which was leading us in front. Suddenly I noticed a image far away in white cloths it was very hazzy, I barely could recognise, my heart started pounding faster and faster..
Somewhere at a distance I heard the wail of a dog. I inched closer towards Kalu. I halted in alarm for just about a 100 metres away , i saw the figure walking gracefully, moving away from the cemetery ,the gentle sway of her body registered somewhere in my subconscious and I realised it was a woman walking away into the shadows beyond!
My eyes took in the entire length of her body , moving upwards to the full hips, her narrow waist, her beautifully arched back and... Blood drained from my face , my hair stood on end as I realised she was headlesss!!!!!!
Realising that i was rooted to the spot where i stood Kalu turned back & said "aaah! sahib dont worry thats just my wife she loves wearing my raincoat around at night & pulling the collar up" he continued "brainless i always thought she is but dont worry she's definitely not headless".
I continued looking at the figure moving up and down , and then we heard a voice from the opposite direction "I am fed up of waiting Kalua, everyday you come home for dinner so late" - we looked towards Kalu's house and there standing on the door holding a flickering candle in her hand was his wife.
There she stood staring straight into my eyes. The flickering candle throwing shadows across her face. In the dim light of the candle I could see her break into an evil grin, her tobacco stained teeth peeping from under her thick blonde moustache!
Suddenly, there was a metal crashing sound and it deafened my ears and for that fraction my eyes shut and there was vision lost and the pitch darkness with wind roaring my mind blew me shattered ! I would have collapsed, I felt the numbness in the air, but the curiousity trailed my thoughts and I had recovered my sight which did not let me fall. I failed to see the circled torch light on the ground and immediately realised Kalu was nowhere, Mrs. Kalu was actually a headless woman standing on her feet firm, the candle flickering in her hands, I wanted to run, the legs did not have energy and out of nowhere a hand grasped my neck.......
... And an irritatingly tiny voice screamed into my left ear - "Laddie!! This is an examination hall, not your bedroom!!" I woke up with a shudder to see the once half-filled answer book in front of me, now streaked with rivulets of blue ink, flowing on with more than a little help from the sweat which seemed to have had gushed out of every pore in my body.
Chapter II
The ink continued to flow mingling with my sweat as though they were lovers in a previous life time joined together in a common puddle at my feet. My shirt was drenched and my mind kept slipping back to the white nepali boy called Kalu and his headless wife. I knew immediately that something was amiss. Realization of the situation and the gravity of the moment progressively unravelled itself like the gradual breaking of the winter dawn. It was the that i understood that I, for a change had remembered to bring my hall ticket hall ticket but had actually studied the wrong subject. All around me i could hear the scratching of pens on paper, magnified by the silence of the hall and knowlegeable heads looking up in thought for the next correct answer, confidence of a well studied subject writ large on their faces ....
Heck. Why was I doing this to myself? first flirting on the net, then wasting time studying the wrong subject and to make matters worse, I was sitting around dreaming of headless blondes with facial hair. I could at that moment merrily slap myself. Hard.
Anyway this paper was a goner. Visions took over, overpowering ones fell on top of one another, wanting to be first. Till they stopped at one. It was clear as day. There she was, beckoning to me, asking me in. An angel in white with soft feathered wings. Self control was not a word I knew. My hypnotized feet moved in a journey I had no control over....
I started wiping the ink from the paper that was lying in front of me. Suddenly I heard a very heavy voice... Boy... What are u doing... cant u see that this is the sheet I am spreading here? I have brought it here so that I could sit on it.
I looked back, it was very hazy and dull. Two small babies were trying to come closer to me. One of them gaave me a very mysterious smile. I looked at the right side,Kalu was standing there. He said...Saab.. they are my children, they live here. I found myself again in the cemetry. I was trembling. Kalu asked me..saab.. what is the matter? aare u looking for somebody? I was speechless, not knowing what was going around. Suddenly a young girl came from the thin air, and asked me.. Sir... Can you take me out from all this bullshit? I need a cup of coffee, see there is our '..Baristan.. come on let us go..
I was speechless and avoided facing the supervisor's face who was barking niceties at me. Things began to fall in place at their own pace. Today was my Math exam. I was not prepared.Somehow, I dragged my feet to the raliway station and got into the crowded but familiar train compartment. I could remember me getting into the examination hall. As I entered, my eyes followed the rather plump behind of the girl before me. To ease the tension off the scary integration and derivatives questions that were to haunt me in the classroom, I was exploring the exciting terrain of this lady who seemed relaxed and perfectly at ease. "Must be one of those math lovers what else" I had told myself.
If I could remember all that with great ease, what happened after the question paper landed on my desk? Things were totally blank after that. I just could not trace anything till the point I woke up. How can one fall asleep and have a full-fledged nightmarish dream in an examination hall? But there was hardly any time left to ponder over. I felt a chill down my spine when I looked at the watch. 12.30 it declared with pride. There were 15 minutes left and I was only at the mercy of Question 2. 4 questions to go. I nervously asked for a supplement from the supervisor who obliged only beacuse he was legally bound to do so. The expression on his face was clear "Just stop that pretence. I know your apptitude" I looked at question 3. "Taking the contour C as the unit circle ....... " it ordered. Even as I made a feeble attempt to grasp the problem, the dream came back to my mind. This time round, as a trailor.I was fighting hard to get back to contour C when Kalu and Mrs Kalu came back in a flash. My eyelids drooped like an old, much-played with baby doll on the verge of being discarded as scrap."Saheb, what's wrong with you. Why did you leave home at this hour? Is there something I can do to help" asked Kalu with a face showing genuine concern. Even as I opened my mouth to reply, Mrs Kalu gave out a ear-piercing scream that caught me unawares.
The bell rang in my ears with cruel intensity. Before I could react, my paper flew from my shaky hand into the firm grip of the supervisor who had the smile of a victor on his wrinkled face.I left the hall only beacuse all the others did...................
Oh my goodness, did I start the day dreaming again? But this is not a day dream except that it comes during even day time. This is also not just a funny night(?)mare. Now I started getting scared but need to finsish my exam.
After the exam I was returing home with mind filled with thoughts. All that happened in dream apppeared so real as before. For the past 6 months I am experiencing this at regular intervals. Though the happenings are different but almost the terror is similar.
"Should I tell this to my parents?" I thought it was silly. My sister sure would make fun of me since I had been showing her that I am the bravest in the world all the time. I don't want to make a clown of myself.Are not these similar thoguhts that follow every time I have this episode?
Could it be that these forewarn me of something to come? Or am I undergoing some hallucinations? Should I consult a psychologist? I was not sure of what I should do. Again these are the same chain of thoughts that follow after every episode.
This time I need to seriously think about waht I should do. I should try to read more about parapsychology probabbly. I shall search in Google about repeated nightmares, I think.
My God, I had walked quite a long distance but away from my home. It is getting darker now. The confused mind led me to unknown destination. Maybe a tea will help me. Almost all the streets were deserted. I walked a little furhter but without my knowledge in the same direction but away from my home.
Now there is a little cosolation that there is a little light about half a Km away, most probably a teas shop. I started walking slowly towards it. Suddenly a thought came, could that light be some burning corpse? A Chill travelled through my spine. Gathering courage, I continued walking towards the little light. However, my heart did not stop its pounding.
Atlast, I reached the spot. It was not the corpse but a little tea shop. Most probably I had some fear developed over a period and started dreaming bad things and dreadful things. mmmm the shop did have good hot samosas. It just striked me while sipping the tea that there were certain things common in my dreams. Yes like the headless woman, the foot steps behind me and so on.
Could it be that at any time I saw a headless body in an accident or some thing like that? No..not to my knowledge.
Oh my dear, let me forget all these and start walking home as it is already 8 pm now.
I started walking, but alas again in the wrong direction. Almost after walking for half an hour I noticed that I am very far of from home. Only a hazzy light lit the Road ahead, but now no road, it was a big compound wall. The board on the wall was made of wood and half eaten by termites. I tried hard to read what was written on it. The first line was almost gone but the second line read..
Now it scared me a lot. Yes it was a cemetry!
yes a Cemetry ..the same one with a board with only part of the name showing. I am puzzled. I shake my mind and pinch myself to make sure I am not dreaming. No...I am quite awake and standing infront of the entrance to the cemetry. Then i hear a giggle .. a childish giggle from nearby. I jump quite scared and want to turn back and run. But - what happened to my legs? I am not able to move even one step. I stand there as if glued to the ground. Now the giggling sound is louder and I see some movement in the fog. I want to cry aloud but feel as if someone is clutching my neck and no voice coming from my mouth. Now I can see the figure moving towards me giggling while it is moving. Haa! now I see a little girl aged about 5 to 6 years so beaufiful , giggling loudly and and showing her hands as if calling me to follow her. I am too scared but at the same time enchanted by the little girl's smile. I feel as if I know her for a long time and start moving towards her. Then she starts running inside the cemetry again beckoning me to follow her and now i feel as if someone is pushing me from the back and start running inside the cemetry.She runs and at times looks back to confirm whether I am following her and we both reach a burning pyre. I am dumbfounded seeing body just starting to burn. It is a female as can be seen from the long stresses of hair which has not started burning and i see a beautiful face quite fair ..so fair as if all the blood has been removed...Then it happened.. A shriek like a whistle was heard and the corpse just got up and started walking towards me. I just wanted to shout, run..no..my legs were glued again and no sound coming from my mouth ..I just stood there so horrorstricken..I was sure the corpse is coming to kill me..
Then somebody patted me. I just jumpede to see the younger Ramsay brothers smiling at me "it has come out so lovely! You showed such a tremendous acting as if you were actually seeing the corpse walking.and as if it is going to kill you.vyou just lived the scene. You know our "Bhooth ki Beti" has already sold all the B & C Centres. I am sure A Centre will also be taken at our rates". I just stared at him thinking to myself "who acted?" Then I see Aishwarya Rai coming towards me after removing her corpse makeup.
She hugged me effusively and said that I am one of the finest co-stars she has ever acted with and that the emotiveness and histrionics that I had shown reminded her of Shah Rukh in Devdas. I was exhausted from the entire experience and felt like getting into Devdas's shoes for a few days and drinking myself silly just to escape this role (or was it real ???). Anyway, I decided to call it a day and went back to my make-up van. As I was entering my spot boy told me that 2 people were here to see me...
In the tiredness of the hectic schedule I I told bahadur (my makeup man) to send them directly into the van and went on for a change over....when I came back what I see is a white nepali with his 5 year old small kid waiting for me...the smell of tobacco and emanating from his pink nostrils made me shudder with fear, he was a well built man capable of handling 5-6 ppl in case a riot had broken out.he showed his blood stained khukri and said "saab ek baak agar ye khukri bahar aati hai to khoon leke hi jaati hai)....Jesu Christ I was here in my van without any aid or assistance and with a nepali who's talking abt blood and vengeance....the immediate thought of a budding star killed came into my mind....what a deep shit i'm in i thought....then he blurted in his heavy voice saab abhi abhi chicken maara hai is khukri se...should I clean it and bring it to you?...bahadur said that you like chicken a lot
But i was not listening to the Nepali nor I was looking at the blood stained khukri. My eyes just transfixed with the child's eyes which were trying to tell me something..and the child's face? Am I hallucinating? the child's face looked similar to the small girl's face who was beckoning me to the pyre. Is it real or is it shooting..I shake my head in bewilderment but the Nepali takes it for a 'NO' and starts protesting "Shaheb ! shicken (chicken) shapke liye layi".. I was not listening to him..I was just trying to find out what the child is trying to tell me..
Suddenly the caravan's door opens and bahadur peeps in and calls "Gorkha..idhar Aao". The nepali is leaving the van hurriedly asking the child to follow him but the child just did not follow him though the Nepali pulls him. Again bahadur starts shouting, this time very loudly and I ask the Nepali to go and am I happy to see him go. I lookat the child and to my surprise the child comes running to me and starts crying 'chiken khana math/ chicken khana math".. But i was not listening as again the child face starts changing to the face of the girl I had seen in the cemetry..Am I becoming mad or is this really happening to me? But all these thoughts were marred by heavy shouting outside and I come out and what I am seeing? All the film unit members beating the nepali and someone comes and tells "Sir! the chicken is poisoned" My head starts rolling .."why would the nepali want to kill me? who is behind this?" but then i felt the chil's hand catching me reassuringly as if to say "I told you". I turn to the child to find out more truth but where has the child gone?
With the child nowhere in sight, I was taking stock of all the strange incidents that had been happening to me, some conscious, some subconscious and some really surreal.
With the bowl of chicken gravy in hand, I wondered which one of my next thoughts would hijack my sanity and transfer me to a place reminiscent of the cemetary, the examination hall or the deep well which I conveniently seemed to have forgotten to narrate, but only in deference to worse evils.
Looking into the bowl, things look familar, strangely familiar. By Jove! it's as if I am peering into the well from its circular parapet. Am I going to eat into my own death? Why does everything that I say or do have such an ominous overtone to it?
I realise this is not my favourite Sushi, but an almost 'gauti' preparation of chicken which is famous in these areas nevertheless. I dip my hand into the gravy and feel the still cold water of the well seep into my skin. I divide a piece into two with much difficulty and I can feel the algae separating and a few bubbles representative of life surfacing and then dissolving into the water.
I blank my mind for some time, try not to think about anything at all, and in that effort think about everything that I probably would not have thought about had I not made such a preposterous assumption.
Yet, in time I am able to think nothing. Yes it is possible. You can think 'nothing'. Only that it feels like being in a deep well with cold water that is frighteningly still. The aroma of the chicken is in stark contrast to the stench in the well. But I conjure up courage with the help of memories I have of comic book endings that suggested that eventually good prevails over evil.
I begin to think about all the superheroes I was in awe of in the hope that they will help me overcome my fear. It seems to work. I can no longer think about the well and the stench and the corpses and the kukris and the headless entities. In fact, I am quite relishing the chicken. Yeah, not my favourite Sushi, but still enjoying it.
Then suddenly a weird thought flashes in my mind. I realise that when I boarded that crowded train, there was this woman who boarded after me. And for some strange reason, she didn't seem to hassled at all by the crowd or the fact that the train was in shambles. I now remember the distinct pink scarf that she had wrapped around her neck. In fact it was so big, it could pass off as a shirt. Too caught up in the stench of smelly passengers and the 1x1 sq. foot real estate that I was holding on to with my dear life, I was not too bothered by her presence, until I could almost hear her looking at me. Yea, I could 'hear' her looking at me.
I looked above and she engineered a little smile, a carefully manufactured one. One that you couldn't find fault with, but wouldn't readily trust and accept as completely human like. Knowing not what to do and to fight off the predicament, I asked her, "So where are you getting off lady?" She improved upon her engineering and said calmly, "I do not have one place to go to."
Now that was really eerie. After all who would want to keep travelling in this torture without a purpose in mind?
These Nepali's sure know how to cook up fowl. Trying not to let the foul smell permeating through the compartment affect me, I take more interest in her rather innocuous answer to my question. And then before I can analyse further, she tells me, "lad, have you booked your berth in heaven?"
I said "wha... berth in heaven... but i dont understand..." and that seemed to be the cue for all the people sitting in the compartment to start singing bhajan's. They whipped out tiny cymbals and bells and began banging away in merry abandon and singing" Jai Jagadish Hare...". It wasn't very melodious, but it wasnt bad either, except for the raucous decibel levels. I couldn't think... they were too loud. Their religious fervor was contagious and i began singing along too. I felt like I was in a trance... I could see the lady had taken her pink scarf and tied it into a sort of a bandana around her head and was deep in a meditative, chanting trance. The chanting grew louder and it had moved on from Gandhiji's favourite song to more mundane mantra's in praise of Lord Vinayaka, I was completely caught up by now and was lost in my trance... when i suddenly felt my shirt being unbuttoned.
in the midst of whipped up 'religious' fervor and the dissonant vocal harmonies set against the steady rhythm of the rocking train, i felt some movement on my chest - in my intense focus on the chanting and singing, i must have lost my sense and timing of response to external stimuli - more so the hands of a stranger on my body - i opened my eyes and what did i see? an effiminate man (shaped eyebrows, face shaved over many times) in pink shirt and yellow slacks with lust in his eyes
at that moment, all tolerance, compassion, and belief in the lords (vinayak, jagdish and the rest) ceased to be - to be 'manhandled' this way - me a normal heterosexual male, and attractive to women! i cannot imagine how my motions of chanting, singing, swaying, and all of this could arouse lust in another man!
i caught hold of the smooth hairless hands and applied pressure - the effiminate one's face contorted in pain, but what came next to my disbelief - he did not resist or draw away - with more pressure, he closed his eyes tight - the face was a bizarre mixture of pain and sensual pleasure - brought about by this physical contact that was meant to dissuade, not encourage and titillate!
amidst this - the chanting and singing continued to the sound of cymbals and other percussion while the trained chugged along
om jaya jagadeeshwaha re!
i wonder what sigmund would have to state on this strange incident?
"Oh Baba, how I pine for you!" I heard her voice� though no lips moved. "Oh, my heart pains for you." I could hear it�the blood gurgling in her heart. Niagara, screaming and falling with a million beats on the drums of my ears. I felt her diabolic tongue exploring my chest. And froze, her rotting breath overcoming me. The bloody light from within her axed-open neck blinded me.
I was shocked to see that her hand was strking my hair. I hurriedly stole a glance at my fellow passengers who were immersed in the bhajan. I was rather enjoying the feminine attention when she slapped me hard. "Is this the way you treat ladies" She shouted at the top of her voice" "But you were the one who.........." I could only mutter to myself when I saw three four guys turned towards me. I was sweating profusely."Hey, look here, she herself came to me and............." "Ah, please don't........"
"But what's wrong with you?" It was a surprsingly soft voice. I looked up and saw a friendly familiar face of Roopa, my colleague. "I think you need to see a doc" she suggested. I tried to explain but in vain. She would not understand. "Look here, you are bahaving very strange these days. All the time, you fall in in a trance and utter strange words. Have you lost interest in me?" Roopa was visibly irritated. I was really feeling sorry for her. But the moment I said things about my dreams, it angered her more. "tell me honestly, whom are you seeing these days" You are cheating on me...hence you were mumbling something like "Please stop it.don't do that" in that stupid dream.
This was my turn to boil with rage now. "Look here, Roopa....This is getting..... "
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Now keep adding in the thread ....Private Reply to FuFaji Lalit Vashishta |
| Feb 28, 2005 10:02 am | | re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
The Lost Accountant | | Roopa, am in real bad shape and I need you, of all people, by my side. Please try to understand, Roopi.For a change, Roopa was moved. She placed herarm round my shoulders and remarked "what's the matter, my love,why do you look so weird, promise it's not about another girl" Promise me! Her intense look told me she would never ever believe my strange dreams. Yet I had to take the Other Girl out from her mind. "It's actually about my friend Ramesh" Why what happened to him? Roopa asked with concern "He's been having strange dreams lately" Like? ...like...I could'nt think of anything better....like he's in heaven. Roopa was even more puzzled "but why should that bother you" Well, he's my friend Roopi, and.... "that's fine" she interrupted."That does not mean you should go mad over him. his people are there to support him" No...he just has an younger sister. This fact came easy to me but not to Roopa. Little did I realise that I have invited a cyclone. "what..younger sister??? So that's what's bothering our James Bond" she barked "No, you are not getting my point, she's like a sister to me" "Enough of that nonsense, you remember something, you had sent me a rakhi in Junior college when we hardly knew each other. So give this crap to someone else. I curse the day I fell in love with you"
Ohhhhhhhhh, Roopa please, you are getting me wrong. Actually, Ramesh is fine. "Oh, so you have already proposed to her" This was my turn to boil "You idiot, you will turn me mad" "Yeah, i understand very well. Now it's all over.You've used me....and now I drive you crazy right"
My head was spinning like a ship caught in a nasty storm. I could faintly see her mad gestures when I went blank..................... Private Reply to The Lost Accountant |
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binndisha(its french) sarang. | | when i got up i was in north pole, and all elves were trying to wake me up . said santa is very angry on you, why hv u been such a naughty child, why did you go to the grave yard? i did not kno what was going on , so i decided to sleep again. and then Private Reply to binndisha(its french) sarang. |
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Basab Ghosh | | in my dreams I heard sweet music. I woke up with a start to find a beautiful damsel in a bindaas sarong playing the harp sitting at my head. 'am I dead and in heaven?' I asked and pinched myself. The sharp pain jolted me fully awake! Private Reply to Basab Ghosh |
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Aa@rt! | | As i rise out of my bed i still hear the music.I look around and spot my Angel sitting right there on my side table playing her vioin,more like ripping it apart.Cant stand the screeching noise,was so unbearablei just rushed into the bathroom for cover.Oh!Lord!Why did i have to wake up? Private Reply to Aa@rt! |
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Sakhee - Men oh Men!!! | | Kya story hai yeh...
Jhakkas!!!!!!!!
Ab subhah hogaye kya...
half-oon to full-moon aap ka story chalte hai.
PriyaPrivate Reply to Sakhee - Men oh Men!!! |
| Dec 06, 2005 4:42 am | | re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Nalini Mathur | | I finished my ablutions and all the while i could hear the Violin being scratched. I came out of the Bath room only to find that she has vanished!!!But..but that was impossible I heard her only a moment ago!!!I looked around the house for her. I was in the Kitchen when noticed something thin shining near the sink. I went near it with trepidition and picked it up. It was a broken string of Violin!!! This meant the angel was not a figment of my imagination. If she was an angel then wat didi she mean by leaving the string here and if she is not an angel but a mortal....Where did she vanish??? I dont know if i should be happy that broken string would mean she will not Play any more or be scared of the more sinster things that it suggests. Then suddenly.... Private Reply to Nalini Mathur |
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Amita | | I realised while thinking about the violin string and the angel, i had been stroking the string... it moved from my lips to my cheek and then to my throat... oh what am i doing???? I have pulled the string around my neck.... I am tightening it... why???? I try to pull my hands away from the ends, but i dont let go and it tightens further... I am confused... can't breathe... Private Reply to Amita |
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N K nayak | | I staggered out of the house choking &sputtering "help ,ambulance" .My neighbour sees me and calls for one right away .I am speeded to Lilavati Hospital .There they attend to me and I lie unconscious for a few hours while they stitch up my throat .When I wake up in the ICU- I hear a deep baritone voice in the bed next to mine reading poetry softly -but could not turn my head round to see who it was .
I wondered could it B -or was it not the B ? Private Reply to N K nayak |
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Amita | | A girl in an apron walked in - aah the doc? - she says "Hello Mr B, Mr B are you ok?" Behind her I see the vague outline of a person who is carrying a camera, is it? She repeats "Hello Mr B, are u ok? Will you please look at the camera and wave for the audience of TILL TODAY?" The B does not respond. She turns, plasters a smile on her face and says "That was a LIVE and EXCLUSIVE meeting with the Big B only on TILL TODAY. Stay tuned for more."
Int he meantime AB Baby rushes in and loses his cool on seeing the pretend doc.
He picks up a scalpel lying on a table in the room and rushes forward toward the pretend Doc.
He trips on the wire of the camera and...Private Reply to Amita |
| Dec 07, 2005 6:35 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
gautami tripathy | | ...and falls flat on the floor at the feet of a sexy siren..... Private Reply to gautami tripathy |
| Dec 07, 2005 10:46 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Amita | | gosh AB Baby at my feet! I cant see him, but I smile prettily at him in case he looks at me, but his focus was on the floor! What was so interesting? Private Reply to Amita |
| Dec 08, 2005 4:29 pm | | re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
gautami tripathy | | "what a beauty?" he thought looking at the tiles..... Private Reply to gautami tripathy |
| Dec 09, 2005 6:41 am | | re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Amita | | the focus of his eyes was a line of ants rushing across the floor and moving towards... Private Reply to Amita |
| Dec 09, 2005 9:07 am | | re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
gautami tripathy | | ........the crevice near the convulated............ Private Reply to gautami tripathy |
| Dec 09, 2005 1:49 pm | | re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Amita | | ...track which led right back to the cemetry from where I had run away with the thunder and lightning still going strong... Private Reply to Amita |
| Dec 09, 2005 3:38 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
gautami tripathy | | .....no one knew I had died so violently...... Private Reply to gautami tripathy |
| Dec 12, 2005 5:47 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Jacksquat | | ....except the guy i saw being hit by a rain on Vile Parle station. I saw the guy lose a game of chicken wih a Virar fast n the loud splat of his head being flatened reached my ears a few moments after he took his last flight..... Private Reply to Jacksquat |
| Dec 12, 2005 6:06 am | | FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Amita | | boy, was i relieved that it was him and not me... Private Reply to Amita |
| Dec 12, 2005 6:35 am | | re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Nikhil... | | ..Suddenly I heard a commotion nearby, accompanied by a frenzy of blinding flashbulbs. Has AB been discharged, I wondered aloud? 'No', said the gun-totting policeman standing nearby. 'One more celebrity has been admitted here. This time it's...'
Private Reply to Nikhil... |
| Dec 12, 2005 7:50 am | | re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Amita | | ... Hush-me and Mals-2-big.They are caught in a lip lock and are unable to come undone. The Doctors are gonna... Private Reply to Amita |
| Dec 12, 2005 8:00 am | | re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
gautami tripathy | | ...call the moral police and saw them apart in front of them.... Private Reply to gautami tripathy |
| Dec 12, 2005 9:10 am | | re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Amita | | ...In the meantime, both Hushme and his liplockee are suffering from lack of oxygen... Private Reply to Amita |
| Dec 12, 2005 11:01 am | | re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Nikhil... | | ..as a result of which hush-me and liplockee's faces turn to shades of blue. Meanwhile Mahesh Bhatt is busy explaining the relevance of Khajuraho to the moral police when suddenly...
Private Reply to Nikhil... |
| Dec 12, 2005 11:34 am | | re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Amita | | AB says "Aiye, kisi aur ko kahin aur ja kar apni kahani sunao. Aap logon ko yeh KBC dwitiya ka set lag raha hai! Bahar karo sabko." The last directed at the hapless nurse/sister.
Hush-me and liplockee turning unpleasant shades of blue and clashing terribly with their multi hued clothes try to move in a crab like shuffle toward the door.
The docs come in - he has a huge power saw which he is brnadishing "where are the 2 lip locked and where is the moral police?" He points his saw towads Mahesh Bhatt who moved back and crashed into... Private Reply to Amita |
| Dec 12, 2005 11:48 am | | re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
FuFaji Lalit Vashishta | | the pan lying on the floor. He could fill himself being pulled into it. It was all dark and scary, when he opened his eyes, he saw himself embedded in the wall in Khajurao temple. He could niether move nor talk anymore. Private Reply to FuFaji Lalit Vashishta |
| Dec 12, 2005 11:55 am | | re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Nikhil... | | Aah finally I have regained my rightful place, he gasped in delight. As soon as he was beginning to settle down he heard a shadowy figure approaching the temple. It was pitch dark outside...
Private Reply to Nikhil... |
| Dec 12, 2005 12:18 pm | | re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Amita | | ...He groped for the closest partner in his etching, to get a ense of support, but found his fingers were immovable; only his eyes could move and he tried to pierce the darkness to make out the malevolent presence slithering toward him... Private Reply to Amita |
| Dec 12, 2005 1:48 pm | | re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
gautami tripathy | | ...and felt a soft pair of arms around him... Private Reply to gautami tripathy |
| Dec 12, 2005 2:55 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
FuFaji Lalit Vashishta | | The arms went into a tight embrace and he was now breathless, and struggling he came out of the pan and rushed out of the hospital door. Private Reply to FuFaji Lalit Vashishta |
| Dec 12, 2005 3:03 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Amita | | ...The door of Lilawati opened directly onto the beach - the sand was warm under his feet (lets pretend for a while that this is an idyllic state) and the mermaid Bips was sunning on a rock. "Aah, my lucky day!" The Bhatt smacked his lips and rubbed his hands together and moved towards her. "Hey Bips" he called and she turned toward him, but hello, he falls back in surprise... Private Reply to Amita |
| Dec 12, 2005 3:52 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
FuFaji Lalit Vashishta | | The girl was not Bips. She turned towards Bhatt and said - Hello sir, you need help, I am Roopa. She was looking strangely at the sweating and panting bald man, making funny faces at her.
"But what's wrong with you?" It was a surprsingly soft voice. "I think you need to see a doc" she suggested.Private Reply to FuFaji Lalit Vashishta |
| Dec 12, 2005 4:00 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Amita | | "I think a psychiatrist - I can recommend Dr Jekyll. You will have no need to Hyde! from him." said Roopa. "Come I will take you to him" she said. And moved off the rock she had been sunning on towards the water, calling to the fat Butt to follow... Private Reply to Amita |
| Dec 12, 2005 4:40 pm | | re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
gautami tripathy | | ......but it was our FUFA JI following them.... Private Reply to gautami tripathy |
| Dec 12, 2005 5:28 pm | | re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
FuFaji Lalit Vashishta | | FuFaji wondered whether to continue walking after them,or go to the doctor instead. The sty was hurting very bad now. FuFaji remembered what Maddy had adviced, so he stopped at a nearby vegetable vendor and bought some garlic. Private Reply to FuFaji Lalit Vashishta |
| Dec 12, 2005 5:36 pm | | re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Amita | | Then he couldn't resist bargaining for all he was worth and asked for some freebie mirch and masala. The vendor overcharged him for the garlic and gave him 3 green mirch for free. Now that he had his ingredients for the poultice ready, Fufaji rushed to ... Private Reply to Amita |
| Dec 13, 2005 11:52 am | | re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
FuFaji Lalit Vashishta | | his house - wondering what the Butt and the girl were doing.
While the commotion at the hospital continued. AB was still on the floor .....Private Reply to FuFaji Lalit Vashishta |
| Dec 13, 2005 11:55 am | | re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Amita | | At this point, since I was the only witness, it is upto me to continue the telling of the tale...
...Fufaji rushed to the nukkad chai wala and said "Zara ek special dena - phataphat." The chai wala looks at Fufaji and says "Udhari nahi chalegi."
Just then a BMW stopped by and a glamor doll got out and breathed "Lalit dahling.".... Private Reply to Amita |
| Dec 13, 2005 5:14 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
gautami tripathy | | ....and fufaji was so surprised that he again fell flat on the ground at her feet.... Private Reply to gautami tripathy |
| Dec 13, 2005 7:23 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Aroune SAX | | But this time, his eyes were more amorously riveted on something else. Not on those tiles, not on the line of ants, but on... Private Reply to Aroune SAX |
| Dec 13, 2005 7:28 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
FuFaji Lalit Vashishta | | arey yaar story ko aage badhao...mere peeche kyon pad gaye sab. Maine aap logon ka kya bigada hai? Private Reply to FuFaji Lalit Vashishta |
| Dec 14, 2005 9:35 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Amita | | The doll looked down and said "I knew you wouldn't have changed, you always did like high heels!"
"I wanted to meet AB, if you have an in there, can you take me for a dekko?" Not to be felt wanting, the answer was a quick and definite "Sure babe, anything for you!"
They turn towards Lilawati and meet the Butt and Roopa-who-is-not-Bips on the way and all 4 troop up to meet AB.
There is a constable with AB baby in handcuffs coming out of the doors of Lilawati.
AB growls "Doll! How are you here? I am in handcuffs here, 'coz they accused me of trying to kill you upsatirs in ABs room!"
The Doll smiled at him and said "..... Private Reply to Amita |
| Dec 14, 2005 2:11 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
gautami tripathy | | .......who did you think sent the police?
"Why," AB asked.
"Remember you ditched me after all those promises you made to me over all those dinners I made for you.And kept any..."
"Sorry babes, I had think of Abhishek, Shweta and Jaya."
"Why didn't you think of them while.....................Private Reply to gautami tripathy |
| Dec 14, 2005 4:06 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Amita | | ...the poor doctor was busy suturing your wounds?"
"I never wanted you to go the Kargill war," his girlfriend sobbed into her dupatta.
"But I am a national hero, babe!" he protested. "The Indian President has given me a medal of valour." "See, it is gold".
"Paani chadha hua hai," she sniffed disdainfully. "The nukkad ka chaiwala has proposed to me and I have said yes to him."
"How could you? You have betrayed me."
"Yup."
He stomped out of the door into the path of the oncoming BMW... Private Reply to Amita |
| Dec 15, 2005 5:28 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
gautami tripathy | | He stomped out of the door into the path of the oncoming BMW...
And the BMW was badly damaged...so badly that it had to be written off......how could that be everone wondered..not knowing....Private Reply to gautami tripathy |
| Dec 16, 2005 6:39 pm | | FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Amita | | And the BMW was badly damaged...so badly that it had to be written off......how could that be everone wondered..not knowing....
that the Kargill war hero was actually an "Unbreakable"... like Bruce Willis.
The insurance agents refused to pay up for the totalled BMW and the Doll called up her lawyer who instantly said...Private Reply to Amita |
| Dec 16, 2005 7:07 pm | | re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
FuFaji Lalit Vashishta | | Put up claim abd say that BMW got damaged in the 27/7 disaster in the city. Its an easy way to make money, so what if your car was in a bad shape. Insurance companies should have checked the car before selling you the policy.
Doll was suddenly having a mischievous look in her eyes. She exactly knew what to do when Ajay the insurance agent would walk in. And then the door bell rang.....ding dong!!!!Private Reply to FuFaji Lalit Vashishta |
| Dec 16, 2005 7:45 pm | | re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
gautami tripathy | | Doll was suddenly having a mischievous look in her eyes. She exactly knew what to do when Ajay the insurance agent would walk in. And then the door bell rang.....ding dong!!!!
She opened the door. Ajay stopped on his tracks...What with her sheer red negligee, she was a sight to behold....he slowly walked towards her and........Private Reply to gautami tripathy |
| Dec 16, 2005 8:18 pm | | re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Aroune SAX | | and asked her in his typical seductive baritone voice, "Baby, have you got something to drink? I'm feeling thirsty!".... Private Reply to Aroune SAX |
| Dec 16, 2005 8:42 pm | | re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
FuFaji Lalit Vashishta | | He moved in and the door was closed.
Suddenly the door bell rang again, and Doll saw two cops glaring at her through the eyehole. She ran inside, while Ajay opened the door. The cops entered the house and started looking around very suspiciously....Private Reply to FuFaji Lalit Vashishta |
| Dec 19, 2005 2:10 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Amita | | The cops entered the house and started looking around very suspiciously....
Ajay sat on a couch while Doll wrung her hands repeatedly. The brawny cop stood over there smacking his baton in his hands and glaring at the two of them.
"Sir, dekho, Sir," yelled one of the cops excitedly. He held a packet of suspicious looking white powder in his hands
"It's not mine!" came a chorus and then as Ajay and Doll looked at Cop, they pointed at each other and repeated "Its not mine! It's his" and "Its hers".
Both of you are coming to the police station. And the cop moves on...
"But I am in my red nigligee," Doll wailed "I wanna change my clothes and wear something corporate."
The cop smirked "But you cannot tamper with evidence, madam, come as you are"...
With a twinkle in the eye, Doll turned and said "...Private Reply to Amita |
| Dec 19, 2005 4:06 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
gautami tripathy | | ...Fufaji will kill me if he sees me going out with you like this."
"Maam, we cannot wait for you to dress up."
"OK." Doll turned towards her wardrobe, took out fufaji's overcoat and put it on. Now how the overcoat came into her wardrobe.....long story....
It happened like this......Private Reply to gautami tripathy |
| Dec 22, 2005 6:44 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Amita | | "OK." Doll turned towards her wardrobe, took out fufaji's overcoat and put it on. Now how the overcoat came into her wardrobe.....long story....
It happened like this......
The first time Fufaji met Doll she was standing alone at bandstand shivering in the cold - fufaji, in one of his chivalrous moods, offered her the coat and asked her waht she was doing there all alone at 2 in the night?!?
Doll didnt want to share and instead asked Fufaji what HE was doing there...
Fufaji admitted he was there searching for Jekylls Hyde who had run away that day (although he didnt do that normally).
So, in exchange for the overcoat, Doll helped Fufaji look high and low for Hyde.
In the meantime, the sun came up and they decided to have a coffe at the cafe; but since Doll didnt have money and Fufaji's pocket had been picked, they went to Dolls' for a coffee and thus came the overcoat to be in Dolls wardrobe...
Did they find Jekylls Hyde - who had gone missing???
Wait till another day for that one!Private Reply to Amita |
| Dec 22, 2005 12:26 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
N K nayak | | What they never knew was that the hideous Hyde was hiding in his hideout -buried deep in the hidden cavities of Jekyll's mind .
Hyde liked to play the hide&seek game.
He would be in hiding for long periods .
Suddenly he would spring up when least expected into poor Jekyll's mind as he was strolling through Hyde Park and cause Jekyll to commit hideous crimss that could not be hidden for long.Private Reply to N K nayak |
| Dec 22, 2005 4:18 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
gautami tripathy | | Suddenly he would spring up when least expected into poor Jekyll's mind as he was strolling through Hyde Park and cause Jekyll to commit hideous crimss that could not be hidden for long.
Meanwhile they kept looking for him at the N k n gardens. Nice garden it was with beautiful flowers and tall trees. There was a fountain in the middle. Soft winds were blowing...Doll and Fufaji were distracted and suddenly romance struck in both their hearts at the same time...they tentatively held hands, in no time were in each others arms...and........Private Reply to gautami tripathy |
| Dec 22, 2005 8:51 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
FuFaji Lalit Vashishta | | suddenly FuFaji saw the most scandalising site......It was Gautami. Our Gautami. He could not believe his eyes.
And....Private Reply to FuFaji Lalit Vashishta |
| Dec 24, 2005 5:02 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
gautami tripathy | | suddenly FuFaji saw the most scandalising site......It was Gautami. Our Gautami. He could not believe his eyes.
And....it scared him stiff that Gautami had seen him with Doll that too ...err....and he did not relish the thought of going home...he knew Gautami will tell her Buaji all about him.....Private Reply to gautami tripathy |
| Dec 25, 2005 3:26 pm | | re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Nikhil... | | 'Buaji', oh no! She'll now be splling the beans to that Buaji of all people...darn!
Dealing with Buaji was always akin to getting grilled by the CBI. Buaji was a sprightly octogenarian with a wrinkled smile, bent posture, deep probing eyes and a very very curious mind. With a voice which could be classified on the higher levels of the decibel scale she was also easily the most dynamic personality in Chandni Chowk and these days worked as a co-anchor on 'Kudkudiya House No. 43', even though she had a gross dislike for farsan.
She heard Gautami's tale with great interest and pretended to think. Finally with the finesse of a proven anchor, in a crackling voice, she said '....
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| Dec 25, 2005 8:54 pm | | re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Gaurav Tekriwal | | "Kitne aadmi the? " Private Reply to Gaurav Tekriwal |
| Dec 26, 2005 4:50 am | | re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Amita | | fufaji, akele hi kaafi the... aur kisi ko mauka hi nahin mila ;)) Private Reply to Amita |
| Jan 25, 2006 5:05 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Shrinivas Shrivatsa | | Meanwhile in hyde park as Jekyll was walking around to surprise gals in their night stroll, A man in leather cloak, with a leather jacket, leather hat, leather....whatever, stepped out and took a wierd contraption out of his pockets and slashed jekyll's throat. Then kalu came forward and said "thanks for adding another customer for my cemetery, who are you by the way?" Van Helsing was the reply....... Private Reply to Shrinivas Shrivatsa |
| Jan 27, 2006 5:05 am | | FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Amita | | Which was a lie of mammoth proportions....
And what do we see? Jekyll gets up and shakes out his arm and then gives a smart uppercut to the man in leathers who falls flat on the ground...
How come Jelyll is alive and well? We wonder... Then we see Jekyll pulling out a thin tube from his neck - he had filled it with a donor's blood and sewn it inside his neck in anticipation of a day when the slasher would come for him...
Well, in actual fact, Jekyll was the second-in-command at the killallslashers.com whose mission statement was to find all slashers in the world and kill them one by one.
How did he know this slasher? All slashers have a mark on the chin which glows when they feel excited about a killing which they are about to engineer...
In the meantime, the slasher is coming out of his momentary downtime, the chin mark looked an angry red now instead of the healthy glow it had when he thought he had managed to get Jekyll...
Jekyll was on his satellite phone communicating with his command base. We see a shooting star which manifests itself into an Xterminator from killallslashers.com. He lands as Leatherman lunges towards Jekyll... Private Reply to Amita |
| Jan 27, 2006 11:03 am | | re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Myopia Gospel | | Out Comes "Jadoo" - the Solar Extra Terrestrial.
Seeing Leather man about to Smash Jekyl , Jadoo with his Immaculate vision of Fire Punctures the Soles and Leatherman gets Stuck to the ground, immobile.
Jekyl thanks jadoo for his timely help and offers his service.
Jadoo - Has landed with a Mission - The Impossible Mission to Conquer the Earth.He needs men and armies. Will he be able achieve it or Not that's the Million Dollar Question? Private Reply to Myopia Gospel |
| Mar 20, 2006 4:56 pm | | re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Amita | | Million Dollar Questions obviously cant be answered so easily or they wouldnt be!
Jekyll is feeling indebted to Jadu and is unhappy with the sensation..... He tries to shrug it off, but decades of learned behaviour cannot be switched off and like the Pavlovian Dogs he too responded as he had been taught to - he bent his head and extended his right forearm to Jadu...
We see a soft red glow on his forearm - which tended to brightena nd then looked as if Jekyll was deliberately controlling it....
Jadu grunts,"I am not an ET you know so lay off with the special effects, will ya".
Jekyll gives a startled look and realises that it was his girlfriend who had come to rescue him... the one to whom he had been so mean she had threatened to skin him alive when she last saw him...
As he realised she had just risked herself to rescue him, he visibly puffed up before her and swaggered, "Ah babe, so couldn't help yourself, huh? Ha ha, I always knew...
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| Apr 01, 2006 6:16 am | | re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
gangotri deb | | ...I always knew tat one day u will know that i am the true one....
and just as he was about to plunge into a well rehersed speech which highlighted near about everything about him -the skies darkened visibly and there was a small (really small) tremour in the ground.He stood unable to understand and thinking whether he should say the LORDS PRAYER -the one he had learned in school-when the impossible happened....
The ground caved in front of him and a small puppy walked out wagging his tail...("chooo chweet!!"-thats what his girlfriend who had come to rescue him cooed!)
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| Sep 13, 2006 9:26 am | | re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
Amita | | ...("chooo chweet!!"-thats what his girlfriend who had come to rescue him cooed!)
"Ignoring me in favour of the pup!!" - he thundered!!
Wheeeeeeeeeeee....... a shrill whistle blew - "Cut! Its a wrap!" The director flapped his hand in relief and indicated the crew should pack up for the day....
"We will meet tomorrow - the venue has been finalised. We are going to the old cemetry..."
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| Nov 07, 2007 1:32 am | | re: re: re: re: re: FuFa STORY - - story continues....... | # |
V... | | Reviving
"You can give without loving, but you cannot love without giving."
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