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A Touchy Love Story..

Posted January 3, 2013 By admin

A boy Was Tired Of Her Girlfriend’s Msgs Which Always Said- I Love U, I Miss U…. One Night he Received A Msg FroM Her But Didn’t Read It,Insted he Slept … … Next Day he Got A Call FroM His girlfriend’s MoM Who Said…. That Her Daughter Had A Car Accident&Died Last Night….. he Then Read The Msg In Which It Was Written,”Dear Please CoMe In Front Of your House, I Met With An Accident&Its My Last Wish To See U Plz…

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After the Earthquake had subsided, when the rescuers reached the ruins of a young woman’s house, they saw her dead body through the cracks. But her pose was somehow strangethat she knelt on her knees like a person was worshiping; her body was leaning forward, and her two hands were supporting by an object.

The collapsed house had crashed her back and her head. With so many difficulties, the leader of the rescuer team put his hand through a narrow gap on the wall to reach the woman’s body. He was hoping that this woman could be still alive. However, the cold and stiff body told him that she had passed away for sure. He and the rest of the team left this house and were going to search the next collapsed building. For some reasons, the team leader was driven by a compelling force to go back to the ruin house of the dead woman. Again, he knelt down and used his had through the narrow cracks to search the little space under the dead body.

Suddenly, he screamed with excitement,” A child! There is a child! “Young Mother Kissing Infant

The whole team worked together; carefully they removed the piles of ruined objects around the dead woman. There was a 3 months old little boy wrapped in a flowery blanket under his mother’s dead body.

Obviously, the woman had made an ultimate sacrifice for saving her son.

When her house was falling, she used her body to make a cover to protect her son.

The little boy was still sleeping peacefully when the team leader picked him up. The medical doctor came quickly to examine the little boy.

After he opened the blanket, he saw a cell phone inside the blanket. There was a text message on the screen. It said,” “If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.”
“This cell phone was passing around from one hand to another. Every body that read the message wept. If you can survive, you must remember that I love you. ” Such as the mother’s love for her child..

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a beach resort haunting

Posted April 28, 2012 By admin

nand is my best friend since school and one of the few ones whom I have been in regular touch. Like me, Anand too is interested in the paranormal and we have experienced one such occurrence together as described in my story “The Ghostly Hitchhikers”. Anand and I are both Engineers by profession and hence life is very hectic. We rarely get a chance to meet each other though we are in constant touch on phone or via e-mail.

This incident happened couple of years back when we were in Mumbai, India. Due to a couple of public holidays in India real story by poem worldfalling in line together, we had a long weekend of around five days ahead of us. Since we had not taken a holiday for quite sometime due to our busy schedules, my wife immediately suggested that we go to a beachside resort for a couple of days to unwind. I immediately called Anand to check his availability. Anand and his wife Jyo immediately agreed and the plan was finalized within minutes.

We decided to go to a beachside resort at Murud which is around 180kms away from Mumbai and takes around 3 hours to reach. Murud has a pristine beach and is a very popular destination among tourists. There is also a fort named Janjira in the middle of the sea. Janjira fort is also famous for being the only fort along India’s western coast that remained undefeated. Since all of us are interested in history, it seemed like an interesting proposition for us. Another thing to be noted at this point of time is that Murud is just 7kms from Kashid and one has to pass through Kashid to reach Murud. The highway leading to Kashid is where we had met the Ghostly Hitchhikers a couple of years ago. Though this incident was at the back of our mind, we nevertheless decided to go ahead with our plan.

We started for Murud at 7.00 am in Anand’s “4X4” SUV. It was a clear morning and we managed to reach the resort at around 10.00am. Anand and I were very careful not to mention our previous experience to our respective spouses since it would frighten them and dampen their spirits. We checked in at the resort which was really very beautiful. It was situated on a hill very close to Murud beach. It had a great sea facing view from the front and a dense forest cover at the back which made us feel one with nature. We immediately rushed to the beach where we had a great time swimming and splashing around in the water. We came back to the resort at around noon, had a quick lunch, rested for a while and then set off to see Janjira fort which we were all anxious to see. The visit to the fort was great and we were back in the hotel by around 8.00pm. After a lavish dinner consisting of several local delicacies we decided to retire to our rooms. I was tired but Anand insisted that we go to his room for a game of cards before hitting the sack. My wife and Jyo too didn’t mind and so we went to Anand’s room.

Immediately after entering his room I suddenly felt a chill in the room which made me feel uneasy. I told Anand about it but he shrugged it aside and suggested that it might be the cool sea side breeze which might have made me feel that way. We played cards for around 2 hours and really had fun. At around 12. 00 am we decided to call it a day. We had however not reckoned that this would be the start of our ordeal and chilling events to follow.

The long day had taken its toll on us and my wife and I immediately fell off to sleep. It must have been around 1.30am when I heard a knock on my door. I cautiously opened the door and was surprised to find Anand outside. He looked a little worried and told me that after we left Jyo suddenly started feeling very cold and started shivering. Anand had found it surprising since he felt no such chill. I asked my wife who is a doctor to accompany me to Anand’s room with her medicine box. Upon entering his room, I felt uneasy and could immediately sense that something was amiss. Two woolen rugs had been wrapped around Jyo but she was still shivering and her teeth were literally chattering. When my wife examined Jyo, she was stunned to find that though Jyo was feeling feverish and her body had become icy cold. Shrugging aside her fear my wife gave her a couple of tablets which would put her to sleep and give her a much needed rest. We did not want to leave Anand alone in this condition and decided to be with him. This was perhaps the best decision which I took considering the events which happened subsequently.

Anand was sitting on the bed, caressing Jyo’s hand gently to put her at ease. My wife and I made ourselves comfortable on a couple of chairs available in the room. It was around 3.00 am, my wife had dozed off and I was about to follow suit when something really creepy happened. Jyo suddenly sat up straight in her bed with a look in her eyes which we had never seen before. Anand, who was sitting beside her tried to put his arm around her to comfort her. She suddenly shrugged herself free from Anand, caught him by the neck and pushed him. The force with which Anand was pushed was so great that he was literally flung like a puppet, six feet away from the bed. To do that to a person like Anand who is close to 6″3 inches tall and weighs around 90 kgs really required extraordinary strength. Jyo suddenly said the following words “Mujhe Jaane Do… Jaana hai ” (Let me go… I have to go!) This still is a mystery to all of us. The voice that said those words certainly wasn’t Jyo’s. Jyo stood up as if in trance and was trying to go to the balcony. I have to admire the courage shown by both my wife and Anand at this point of time.

Anand and I used all our might and pinned down Jyo to her bed while my wife ran out to get help. We got a couple of housekeeping staff from the hotel in the room within a couple of minutes. I immediately told them to help us shift Jyo to my room. It took five of us to lift Jyoti and shift her to my room. All this while Jyo was only uttering the words “Mujhe Jaane Do… Jaana hai “.As soon as she was laid on the bed in my room things started to return to normal. Jyo stopped resisting and soon fell asleep much to our relief. All of us were shaken by the turn of events. We thanked the bewildered Hotel staff for their help. I noticed that it was around 5.00am at that time and perhaps with the coming of daybreak the hold of the spirit on Jyo had weakened OR Shifting her out of that room had helped.

We decided to check out the next morning. Though a little tired, Jyo was perfectly fine the next morning with no recollection of the previous night’s events. She was however surprised to find herself in our room. Anand however put her at ease and told her that he would explain everything once we left the hotel. While Anand was settling the hotel bills, I was called aside by one of the hotel staff who, under the condition of anonymity told me that the room had been the scene of a gory incident a couple of months back.

A couple had checked in, they had a big fight which lasted late into the night. The man walked out off the room leaving the lady behind. After sometime the lady flung herself from the balcony of the room killing her instantly. The police had made some enquiries but were unable to trace the man who had accompanied her that night. The case was subsequently closed. The housekeeping staff had themselves felt a creepy feeling sometimes in the room, though no incident was reported by any of the occupants who occupied it after that.

We decided to let the matter rest but before leaving, advised the manager of the resort to do some sort of purification or a cleansing ritual to free the tormented soul. Whether he performed the ritual or not is not known to us since we did not visit the place again. We were just happy at that moment to have escaped without any harm.

Anand subsequently told her the events which had occurred that night. She was shaken at first, but has now come to terms with it.

However what would have happened if Anand and I would not have been able to subdue Jyo that night is a thought which still gives me the shivers.

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real pizza delivery story

Posted April 28, 2012 By admin

The Pizza Guy writes:

 

This strange delivery story has to do with my best friend Dave. We have known each other since we were kids and we best-friends by poem worldwere 22 when this happened. Now Dave is tall but very slender which will factor into the story, always had smooth skin and not a lot of body hair or much beard growth and had a girlfriend Kari who is now his wife. This was ten years ago.I delivered for Uncle Frank’s Pizza which was in great Northeast Philly. I worked four nights a week delivering and made out good in tips. I got an order to deliver a large pepperoni to the Hilton Hotel in the Northeast and delivered it right to the room. I pulled up, went in, told the front desk clerk I have a delivery and he waved to go on up. I took the elevator to the 4th floor, went to the door, knocked and said, “Pizza delivery.” About 30 seconds later, the door opened and a supposedly attractive blonde answered dressed in a spaghetti strap black dress, make up and nice smelling perfume. I handed her the pizza and told her it was $13. She gave me a 20 and told me, “Keep the change, Uri.” Everyone calls me Uri, short for Uribal. I said thanks and it dawned on me I know that voice and it was not a female’s. I quickly turned around and she/he was still standing there and I said, “Dave?” He said, “Yes Uri. What do you think?” I said to him, “I have to admit I thought you were a real woman until I heard your voice.” I asked what was with the get up since it wasn’t Halloween and he said that he is a closeted transvestite and likes to dress as a woman and explore his feminine side and assured me he’s not gay and wanted to tell me but wasn’t sure how. I then said, “Does Kari know and what does she think?” Just then I see Kari come out from the other room just in lingerie and she said, “Hi Uri. Yes I know. Have known for a long time and I love him/her.” Kari then admitted that she has a bisexual side and when Dave dresses up he is known as Danielle her lesbian lover. I thought okay. I told them I have no problem with it and their secret is safe with me. Kari hugged me and then Dave or Danielle, should I say, shook my hand. I told them to enjoy their “girls” night and said goodbye and went on my way. Finding out my best friend is a transvestite was a strange delivery for me.

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short romantic love story

Posted April 28, 2012 By admin

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There was a girl named Becca and a boy named Joe. Becca was in a burning house. None of the firefighters could get in the house because the fire was too big. Joe dressed in one of the fire suits and got into the house. When he got up the stairs, the steps fell off behind him. When he got into her room he sealed the door up behind him. He held her tight, kissed her, huged her, then said that he loved her. She asked what was wrong, and he said that he was going to die. Her eyes widened as she began to cry. He picked her up and jumped out of the four story house. He landed on his back with her on top of him. He died to save her life.

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cute love story

Posted April 28, 2012 By admin

There was girl who loved a boy so much she said to the boy, “If I told you that I liked you, would you take it as a joke?”
The boy said, “Yes I would.”
She asked, “Why?”
The boy replied, “Because I know you don’t like me, I know you love me!”

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short love story

Posted April 28, 2012 By admin

One night a guy and a girl were driving home from the movies. The boy sensed there was something wrong because of the painful silence they shared between them that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over because she wanted to talk. She told him that her feelings had changed & that it was time to move on.

A silent tear slid down his cheek as he slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note.

At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down that very same street. He swerved right into the drivers seat, killing the boy. Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she pulled it out & read it. “Without your love, I would die.”

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A love Story

Posted April 28, 2012 By admin

A girl asked a boy if she was pretty, he said “No”. She asked him if he wanted to be with her forever, he said “No”. Then she asked him if he would cry if she walked away, he said “No”. She had heard enough; she needed to leave.

As she walked away he grabbed her arm and told her to stay. He said “You’re not pretty, you’re beautiful. I don`t want to be with you forever, I need to be with you forever. And I wouldn’t cry if you walked away, I would die.”

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Pieces

Posted April 22, 2012 By admin



Very infective weather came here today. With all that silence and gore.

What about the shame? Well, it’s got an ability to kill us.
What about the shade? It’s got the strength to get us back.

What was she wearing under the moonlight?
Was it your star that worn out her thirst?
For there is no might upon her face tonight.
And there is no need to seek for the race of light.

But every sail on her offshore sky has a silver lining…

The most silky and sensitive skin ever written by man was cancelled and torn apart from your brain by society for being nasty.

One December night, one road through hell.

What if what runs your flesh is not what should be called your blood? It makes me sick. A fuel made for stars? A flame? Fever? Some sort of an organic air? Even if the light is not so common – you see.

I will erase my skin, as well as my inner self.

Too proud to let myself be stolen from this world for that long. Such a shame.

Damn. Did that hurt? No, passed as time sheds – for once in a daylight there’s someone who win(d)s and leaves for ever.

Jesus what. Four spooky glances at the past. Forty eight entities of consciousness. Fuck you, I’m not gonna answer that gloomy calling.

It’s nothing. It’s just kind of nothing. What’s kind of nothing? Nothing’s kind of nothing. Bloody surprise, isn’t it? A plastic fever. In every moment we have two basic options: to be dead or to be alive. Isn’t it wonderful? It’s always something spectacular. It shall always be the most spectacular choice you could’ve been given for free. I let them forget. It’s kind of charming, anyway, it’s disgusting. Pretty mindfuckers. It’s kind of this kind of a kind nightmare to become a part of me. Very kind. Is it desperate or just blind? It’s like I’m drowning deep down in the space, just like a small dead rabbit. So drowsy. So drowsy. So deadly drowsy, so damnly drowsy. Drowsy, drowsy, drowsy. There’s nothing but this bunch of roses. So stupid. I care for people who are not even humans for me. Indeed. What, the fuck, is going on?! The grass was stormy that night. Upon the light. Homeless & hopeless. That’s the sensation. Darkness. Too near to be real, too far to be fake. Trying to extricate from this volatile world is driving me round the bend. But I know, the point is to believe that your destiny hasn’t been lost. Hasn’t been lost… that much. On the path that leads to nowhere. Steadily stargazing. Sylvaner sky. Floral drowning. Just like your thought. Just like your flower. Dead amen.

Always a spy, never a killer. Always the last child of future generations. Never promised to be born.
Reckless and wild. The Savior.

Brothers of the haunted blood, we spend our days crying for baptism by the river of life. And here we are, back, in the garden of mythic delights. Pure. Beautiful. Unraveled. Snake’s children with the ancient sun on our tails. In the eye of the greatest imposter.

Not able to see you down the street below your confident being, she was sleeping in the voice of depth. Pacing through the void of thousand suns.

Breed city lights upon the nights. Festive silence. As far, as rotten shall it be. And then there’ll be no sign of life but this joyful river of dark, dark fate. One hell of a time – how shall it equal being new again? The most justifying hour.

City. It’s just a place we leave our hearts in and then we die like every thing. Except these words.

The infantry of infants. Soldier of solitude. Fake & envious. Not jealous. There’s a cruel connection between space & will. Believe me, the end is coming to wake you up since the day you were unborn. Wake up, child, wake up. Keep your thoughts into the dust. Pointless words and restless nights – it’ll be all gone forever. Fly, fly higher and deeper. Into the lust. Straight into dust. It’s just another day to die. It’s just another way to kill yourself with a gentle crime. We’re all locked up in eternity for ever.

They stormed us into the bargain of our own hearts. And that’s how we’ve sold our dreams. A few skies under the Red Babylon. Children of radiance, charm and thought. With too many broken bones within this ether. Have you ever felt that everything world once used to be melts and sinks through the bars of your hands? If we only could grab the riverblade blindly on this junkyard road.

Because it hurts to be overdreamed to the core. Time is not necessitated. Let it be neglected. Let it burn us down. Let us be thorn by the sudden horses of its insane melody. Come on, jester, let’s unchain the absence of endless war. – said the last Scorpio among the living man, standing on the edge of the battle line.

Things. Things, things, things. Why are they being so nasty? Naughty little words of things. Stupid little havin’-fans.

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As I received

Posted January 21, 2012 By admin

Only because of people like them, the world is still alive ….. a heart touching real life incident…

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Chennai : 25th Sep 2008

1st photo : Jithenthran…2nd photo is his father and mother…3rd photo: The doctor didn’t even remove the face mask and head cover and coming running right from the operation theatre

The thing is…. there is a family. Parents are doctors…and they had a son named jithenthran.

On 09/24/2008, he took his father’s bike for seeing his friend and while return he met with an accident.

The people who are there know him and admitted him at chengelpattu hospital. Then they informed his parents and they took him to Teynampet Apollo hospital.

There the doctors examined him and said that his brain has lost all his senses and there is no way to give him life. Without controlling the sadness the parents understood the fact and they decided to donate his organs to the people.

First, his eyes were given to Sankara nethralaya, then his kidney was given to Apollo hospital for transplantation and atlast here comes the final everheard miracle. They decided to give his heart to a 6 year old boy who needs it. So they verified and at last found that the boy is struggling for life at Cherians heart foundation, Chennai.

But within 30mins that heart should be transplanted; They need to go 20kms and in Chennai traffic and doubted whether it will happen. Then the doctors called traffic police and asked their help and they prepared the ambulance with A/C. So fastly they removed the heart from their son and kept in an ice box and ran towards the ambulance.

When they came out the boy’s father saw that ice box and cried like anything. The doctor who carried that box ran like anything that he didn’t even see the ambulance which is waiting outside and he entered the police car which was waiting. He said to the person to just go to Cherian hospital soon. The person who was standing near the car was the Assistant Commissioner and he without seeing his status and jumped to drivers seat and drove the car with full speed.

Every signal traffic got alert and left way for this car and at last within 15mins the heart was given to the doctors in Cherian hospital and it was transplanted to the small boy. Really heart touching….

Do u know the meaning of the name of the boy who died….

His name is Jithenthran – a person who will steal other’s heart…………..Yes , now he has stole everyone’s heart…..

Really … hats off to the parents …

 

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