498A misuse
Showing posts with label Random. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Random. Show all posts

3I ATLAS WHERE ART THOU, COME BABY! COME FAST!



3I Atlas

2025 has definately felt weirder than most other years, even weirder than 2020, which was most weirdest of all years what with covid, lockdown and so many deaths and restrictions everywhere. 2025 had a different quotient of weirdness altogether. Apart from wars - Russia-Ukraine or Israel-Hamas notwithstanding, our i.e India's own entry into conflict zone with its 4day mini war with Pakistan; most of the year was held hostage by Trump with his tariff and immigration blackmails, coercions and threats. There have been other calamities like floods, earthquakes, wild-fires plaguing the planet earth that contributed to the feeling of weird unease reaching a crescendo point. In all of these ( pardon if I skipped out other anamolies of equally if not more symptom or occurances of weirdness ), emergence of the Manhattan sized 3I Atlas in our Solar System's horizon has multiplied the effects of it by several folds. It was first spotted in July'25 by Río Hurtado ATLAS Observation System in Chile, but was largely ignored as that time all attention was on Trump and this blow hot, blow hotter, blow hottest ( nah not cold, this one ) on blackmailing and then having the gall to demand nobel peace prize. The world was so flabbergasted by his demands and U-turns, that not many took much notice of the silent guest that had arrived in our solar system, except a cerain Haward Professor Avi Loeb who suddenly made it his mission to appear in all news channels 24x7. So, all news suddenly was eclipsed by Avi Loeb. All feeds, and, he was there. It was rather funny, no other astronomers or scientists were called to discuss on the subject except him, as if he was the sole brand ambassador of the 3I Atlas and was its spokesperson.

The commentary of the 3I Atlas though has kept changing every day since leading to more confusion. Sometimes, it is declared a comet, then, its said its an alien technology or something metallic. When once it is said it poses no threat to humans; then, the exact opposite is claimed - that its headed straight for us and is malefic. Its description too has changed, along with its colour ( that becomes green, then white, then blue ); and size that first grows a long tail and then, sheds it and shrinks. Also, that it emits its own light and has geysers emitting jets. That it spins/rotates, and keeps changing direction ( which is really the scariest scenario ) moving at 60kms/sec speed, which is quite fast compared to other planet's movements. Latest was it had split into three. So, with so many conflicting stories, I'm only like - 3I Atlas, where art thou, come baby - come and clear the air once and for all!! Since 2012 end of mayan calender and end of world hoopla - this is just the sci-fi thrill we need!

Meanwhile, I hope other experts too ( other than Avi Loeb ) are invited to discuss. Its become rather annoying almost to see this gentleman everywhere, saying the same stuff in a loop. Why not call others too, I'm sure there are other experts too on the subject and render more credibility. Elon Musk did speak briefly about it, mentioning, any impact could wipe out continents, although, chances are rare.

My own opinion on the subject is, I want the 3I Atlas folks to be friendly and come visit the earth ( if possibly gently ) for real; greet us with messages of peace and harmony and advice humans not to kill each other and co-exist peacefully...and yea, also share its technology of traveling so fast :-)


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/3I/ATLAS
https://sites.psu.edu/astrowright/2025/11/09/loebs-3i-atlas-anomalies-explained/
https://avi-loeb.medium.com/do-the-anomalies-of-3i-atlas-flag-alien-technology-or-an-unfamiliar-interstellar-iceberg-cc31269ba3a8

MY LIFE IS MANGO MANGO THESE DAYS...MERA DIL BHI KITNA MANGO HAI, YEH SIRF MANGO MANGO KARTA HAI....



The recent news of USA rejecting 15 consignments of mangoes from India got me nearly depressed. I mean who rejects mangoes, yaar? No matter what political issues one has, mangoes cannot be punished. If one is punishing a mango, one is punishing the entire humankind and their taste buds craving for those luscious beauties every summer. Mango is king of fruits in India - phalon ka raja, with India being biggest producer and exporter. Chalo...ek kaam mei toh hum awwal hai, lol ;-)

I'd have been so happy if those crates landed in my doorstep instead of getting destroyed in shores of USA. What a waste! USA could've washed and eaten, instead of destroying them altogether just for some missing paperwork? C'mon? I know its a rich country and can re-order in bulk, but, my heart goes out to those 15 consignments. Phew...I'd have relished them immensely....'slurp' 'slurp' @yumminess...


my box of happiness...

There are many varieties of mango - all grown in different states. But, my favourite is the 'kesar' variety. I swear by it. One just has to eat the kesar variety to really enjoy a mango. I chanced upon it by mistake. Earlier, I didn't know the exact names and would buy any variety. Once, I bought some that were still green. Thinking they were unripe I gave it few days to turn yellow. But even after couple of days, it remained green, By then I had become impatient and decided to eat the green mango itself. Anticipating it to be sour, I sliced my knife throught it. I could not believe what I saw. Inside the green skin, was reddish yellow juiciest mango ever. And it was the sweetest of all mangoes I ever tasted. It was so sweet inspite of it being still green. Anyhow, I found its name to be 'kesar' grown primarily in Gujarat. Boy, I was hooked. Me and Kesar are inseperable since. Other varieties are Alphonso or hapus, Badami, Langra, Maida, Malgova, Neelam, Himsagar, Himayat, Pairi, Raspuri, Chausa, Banginapalli, Sindhura, Totapuri, Dasheri, almost 1500+ variety - but for me its kesar, kesar...only kesar! YUM!

AL -AYYALA DANCE - THE STRANGE HAIR FLIPPING THAT SPOOKED ALL EXCEPT TRUMP!



Ever since Trump returned from the Gulf he has been a changed man especially from India's POV. He has done everything to please the jihadists and their sponsors; and has gone quite rogue on everything India stands for inspite of the fact ( being well documented ) that India has been at the recieving end of terrorism from its neighbouring country of Pakistan since last so many decades ( and, not to mention inspite of Trump calling Modi his 'friend' so many times ). One wonders why Trump has suddenly gone so soft on the jihadis - that he even appointed some in his core team other than his own family firm signing up crucial crpto deals with Pakistan, knowing fully well Pakistan ends up using the money to fund terrorism. I watched this peculiar dance and have zeroed upon it for Trump's rather change of heart and his weird antics of late. Oh..I know...he is bit weird anyways...but still...

I think its got to do with him getting captivated ( or mesmerised? ) by this dance - performed by arabian women in his welcome in UAE. Arabian women are often imagined being hidden behind their naqab/burkha/abaya etc from head to toe; so, to witness this unique spectacle of long open-haired young women, flipping it while chanting ancient hymns to the beating of the drums - it really made everyone rub their eyes and sit up wondering ' what the efff... is that?' No wonder Trump too got bowled by it or maybe hooked on by some of the secret 'spells' these ladies invoked upon him while chanting. Who knows! Because, it certainly did look spooky and so unexpected from such strict islamic country - where such a display would be expected to be prohibited in the strictest sense. Last time I saw such hair flipping was when I watched the infamous 'Mehandipur Balaji Temple' videos or a 'Bageshwar Dham' video wherein ladies tossed their hair violently from side to side in similar fashion while being exorcised. I couldn't help but relate to it. So, such weird dance performed in a global stage got me spooked no doubt. But, lets not forget, before Islam, the mid-east was a hot bed of paganism. And this dance performance only reveals the fact that such practices are still practiced underneath the facade of Islam that bans all types of music and dance, much less such hair-flipping in public! So, was this hair flipping ritual behind Trump's sudden love for the jihadis? Heheh..I'd love to think so ;-)

AL -AYYALA  DANCE
Trump walks in between two long lines of open jet-black long hair flipping women - a bizzare sight...

AL -AYYALA  DANCE AL -AYYALA  DANCE
no, this is not exorcism at mehandiipur balaji :D

AL -AYYALA  DANCEAL -AYYALA  DANCE
neither a shampoo ad...

AL -AYYALA  DANCE
they are welcoming Trump :O the scene looked straight out of some horror flick...


Al-Ayyala is Unesco recognised as a heritage dance of that region. Its regarded as a traditional art and not just entertainment. It mixes music, poetry and movements to show pride and unity, performed by both men and women in special occasions. Well, its great an islamic country has retained its tradional roots. Come to think of it muslims circumambulating ( doing parikrama ) the 'Kabah' ( that houses the black stone ) or 'tawaf' during haj seven times anticlockwise; wearing stark white dhoti/lungi type garment with shaved heads look uncannily similar to what a hindu brahman would look like. Also, bowing down, kissing and offering respect to the stone inspite of tall claims that islam doesn't allow worshipping of idols/stones...lots of what is being practiced in real ( albeit, with little tinkering ) depicts otherwise. Although, muslims might deny these facts, truth remains that pre-Islam Mecca's Kabah once housed 360 idols and was a revered pilgrimage site for the pagans. Mohamad's father was the caretaker. He ( Mohamad ) was deeply inspired by Jews and Christians of that time who were monolithic and later introduced Islam to the world ( declaring himself the Prophet ) destroying those idols. Islam's Quran itself is quite a rip-off from the Old/New Testaments. The place continues to be pilgrimage site; but now, only for muslims, and the black stone is rumoured to be one of the important idols that Mohamad had demolished - although, he and muslims since claim that the stone fell from heavens. But history of the place suggests otherwise. And dances like the Al Ayyala echos that pagan past.

MERRY CHRISTMAS UNDER WINTRY SKIES



HO...HO..HO...

Its that time of the year when its cold and cozy, the christmas season - my all time favourite simply because it brings so many memories of my school days when I used to wait for christmas eagerly because on that day, we'd get packets of chocolates and toffees from the nuns/sisters in our school. I used to love it and always looked forward to the special day. Of course, christmas is much more than getting chocolates and gifts, but, its majorly known for that. And I have no complaints :-) Here's wishing everyone a \ 'Merry Christmas'/ Sharing some christmas pictures from this corner of the world :-)

don bosco st.joseph church, pan bazardon bosco st.joseph church, pan bazar
jesus being born under the wintry skies...

don bosco st.joseph church, pan bazardon bosco st.joseph church, pan bazar
st.joseph church, don bosco school, panbazar, guwahati...



Merry ChristmasMerry ChristmasMerry Christmas
colourful and glittery christmas tree everywhere...

Merry ChristmasMerry Christmas
gorgeous...perfect 'christmas' vibes...

Merry ChristmasMerry Christmas
busy santa...delivering happiness...

Merry Christmas
oh...hi there...





Have Fun Everyone...enjoy the festive season!
Pssst..We don't get snow over here, so, we use cotton instead ;-)




SKYWATCH FRIDAY

THE BLAHS OF LIFE!


  Universe is not a tv or laptop where parts can be dissected and proven how it operates, but fortunately we can take example of laptop itself, how it has many different parts within and every thing runs on energy source i.e electricity in uniform, even us ( the food n water we take in, acts as fuel within us to keep us running ). All electronic items run on electricity which can't really be seen with naked eyes, yet we know it exist, same way in greater scheme of thing a higher energy runs the universe. We are tiny parts of that energy, and unlike other electronic items, we humans and other living creatures can think and act on their own. We have the will power, so I believe in souls which are given that will power, thinking capacity by the greater source who also I believe has a much bigger thinking capacity to have so much intelligence to keep running the show. It may not make sense; but little introspection on it, it will start making sense.

Just because life is temporary, that doesn't make this world or universe and its creatures, objects unreal. Even after we die, this universe will continue to exist and we too will see it, only from a different dimension. Soul is spirit body/energy and after death of body, soul still exists and still sees the universe but from another dimension ( in a dream kinda state ).

COMPLETED AUGUST BLOGATHON AT NANDINIREVIEWS.BLOGSPOT.COM




Blogathon = Blog Marathon


The above folder used to sulk at me ~ for almost 5 years :o whenever I used to open my laptop. I know there should be many more sub-folders in it, but, I've been bit lazy and anyways, these current sub-folders itself has tonnes of places and pictures in them, so, they are quite a handful in themselves.

For various reasons my blogging had taken a back-seat last couple of years - health issues and moving of places; but this year, I had made a resolve to get back to it - because, its something I simply love doing! I get energised blogging...! Hence, completing the pending posts was only the natural thing to do, besides, choosing other topics. Between 20014-16, I solo-tripped many places ~ all over ( in India ), and my other blog nandinireviews.blogspot.com was waiting patiently to fill it up with them. Its where I write my travels and reviews of products/services etc. I gave myself the goal to complete all those pending posts ( but, within a limited time-frame ) - hence, a blogathon it was to be. I chose the month of August, and boy, did I complete it on time or what. It was a marathon in truest sense, because, I completed almost 83 posts ( the target was 100 )! Anyhow, 83 ( in a month ) is also not a small number by any means, considering the frequent outages we had at our place, add to it, my lappy throwing tantrums like some mischievous lil' kid midway.

So there! Heaving a sigh of relief finally, that at least I could manage to fulfil my target. So, go ahead and read the travel section @NandiniReviews - cos' that's where all the action has been, in full swing.

My travel posts are unlike others, because, I love observing and writing about the journey more than the destination itself...so, they concentrate more on the trip. I'm planning to do more travels in near future as well, do look out for those as well.

That's it for now...need to grab a drink to gulp down my sense-of-accomplishment lol!

TO NICHE OR NOT TO NICHE


When I started my blog, it was just to jot down all my thoughts, experiences, and all things under the sun. It was like my mouth-piece. I used to write a diary long-long back, hence, it was an extension of sorts. However, gradually, as time passed and my blog became quite known, I started getting questions like - 'What niche is it?' These questions came from not just other bloggers, but Brands/PRs too. In the beginning, I used to say casually, 'I write everything under the sun.' I guess, that shocked the hell out of them. I don't understand why its so surprising. I love writing multi-topics; at least the ones I am comfortable about, and have enough knowledge of.

But when questions started, during campaign-discussions over phone, I started feeling weird saying that I write everything. As the tone in the other end would get awkward, although, personally, I still don't see anything wrong in writing whatever topics you want.

In many forums, I saw advises given to newbies - to concentrate and write on only one niche, and update it regularly. I was like, what the hell, I'll write whatever I want in my blog. So, one can see my blog is quite a mixed category. However, I refined my response, when questions on my niche came time and again. I looked at both my blogs and counted my posts. I checked which categories I wrote the most and thus decided to 'niche' them, hehe. They still remain multi-topics, just that I'm avoiding using the term 'I write everything under the sun', which makes people not take me seriously :o That's the reality, which is sad, because every topic I write - I enjoy, so, I write sincerely.

Anyways, as I calculated, in my this particular blog I've written creative posts the most ( fiction, poems etc ), besides brands/contest posts. On my other blog, I've written on travel, food+book+product reviews ( lifestyle related ). Thus, my answer is nowadays, for one blog - 'Creative and Product Review niche', and the other is 'Travel & Lifestyle, plus Reviews niche'. Funny, I have to be so careful wording it, when actually I want to scream and yell ~ 'I write everything under the sun, so what!' phrase so much. LOL.

I do agree, that maybe following one category is nice and looks serious; but hey, please don't take others, who write multiple-genre topics as not-serious. For me, both my blogs are important, as I spend a good amount of time creating content. And seriously, I think, those who can cover multiple topics consistently ~ are simply brilliant, what say ;-)

Stay Connected & Follow my Updates on the blog's GFC | GOOGLE+ | FACEBOOK | TWITTER | BLOGLOVIN | NETWORKEDBLOGS

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...

AMBITION? WTF IS THAT...


If I'm in Bombay today, living a very different life compared to my rather simple upbringings in a small city in the north-east ( although, I did study college in this city itself ), its majorly connected to my ambitions. When I see the story of an Indrani Mukerjea who left her native city for something big...I can't help but compare myself with her. I find certain similarities too, but that's where the similarities end as well. I had lots of aims to reach the top and had headed straight-forward towards that goal too. Maybe, I had a few crushes along the way as well, which I gave up on my road towards success or ambition ( whatever it is called, duh ). Thankfully, though, I don't have any hidden hubbies or kids midway ( OMG! neah...I'm bold, but not that BOLD :| )

I wanted to be a name in the creative field ~ be it music or books; and the industry in Bombay was obviously the place. I took up jobs related to my commerce subject ( a shocker really, for me too as to why on earth I chose that subject ) in order to survive, to reach that goal of mine. And believe it or not, as soon as I had enough money in my hands ( to make the album I always dreamt of ), I got about doing just that. Such driven was I by that just one dream ( of many ). I even made one in collaboration with a prominent name in the music field. But somewhere along the process of making it, as I got a closer view of how the industry really works ~ my interest waned. I was no longer smitten or awed by it all. Glamour, name, fame didn't interest me anymore. What were the very things that perhaps someone like Indrani chased, I found frivolous and withdrew. I certainly didn't want to be in the spotlight or rub shoulders with the who's who of Page3 or have truck loads of money. Well...money always helps and I did try to sell whatever copies I made and recover my investment too. But that was it. Beyond that, I was just not interested pursuing mindless ambitions. Music and writing are still major loves of my life, but am I as ambitious as I was to reach the top - well, no! And I'm so glad about it.

I have this not-care-a-dime kinda attitude, that somehow has crept upon me ( for which I am thankful by the way ), that those very things I was so attracted to during my growing up days and wanted to be so desperately part of ~ now simply repels me. I've seen the facade behind it and that's why I'm least bothered. I see people following stars, tweeting/ retweeting their crap like crazy fans and I'm like hawhawhaw!

I had got into blogging, when I was practicing to write fiction ( my other aim to publish a novel as it was ). I came across couple of blogging communities. At first it was fun, all their contests/meets and all. Soon, I lost interest. I started seeing the facade in them too. The artificiality of it all was glaring. The biasedness and favouritism was so blatant that it made me withdraw. I didn't want to be part of such a scenario at all. Maybe, I'm just a misfit, lol. Cos' whatever things others get so awed by, I start losing interest. Maybe, that's simply what/how I am :-) Let others be blinded by such frivolities and bask in the artificiality & fakeness of it all, I'm happy to be miles away from such.


My lack of ambition or growing detachment is also related to the back-to-back deaths I had seen, a while ago, both in my family and in the neighbourhood - that left me wondering - is it worth it at the end of the day? I'm just happy to survive another day and live each day as it comes ~ more importantly, for myself. I no longer have the dying ambition to 'wow' others, but just have the need to stay as grounded as possible. This gives me contentment. Of course, I also have a streak in me to be a vigilante, hence, perhaps my inner conscience doesn't let me go awry, but instead, pokes me constantly to awaken other's inner consciences too. I may not be very successful in doing that, but what's the harm in trying, right? I, thus, speak up whenever I see any wrong happening, not worrying about consequences, repercussions or the persons/entities concerned. Collecting enemies it seems, eh ;-)

Stay Connected & Follow my Updates on the blog's GFC | GOOGLE+ | FACEBOOK | TWITTER | BLOGLOVIN | NETWORKEDBLOGS

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...

SO YOU THINK YOU HAVE A SOULMATE?


Soulmate not necessarily is life mate. What do you feel? Express your take... #Soulmate! This post is part of Indispire 50


I was very confused with the term 'soulmate'. I had thought that a soulmate will be one who'll accompany us after death too - with whom we'll waltz together above the clouds hand in hand, and not just when alive. But does that happen? Who are we kidding, eh? Anyways, for answers I googled it up. The first link that I came upon was by wiki, which said - A soulmate is a person with whom one has a feeling of deep or natural affinity. This may involve similarity, love, romance, friendship, intimacy, sexuality, sexual activity, spirituality, or compatibility and trust. The story by Plato, that followed, made very little sense though. Infact, it had me rofling - do go to wiki and read it ;-)

So, what is my opinion on it? I think human's ego/pride/arrogance/confidence/
over-confidence has reached such a level that they start believing every non-existent things as real too ( by the way ghosts are real ).
Let me ask you a question. Do dogs have soulmate? Do birds have soulmate? Does a fish have soulmate? Does a cockroach have a soulmate? Does a tree have soulmate? Does an ant have a soulmate? All are living beings aren't they. Sure, they might not have same intelligence or capabilities like us, but the creator has gifted them soul too ~ else, they would'nt be alive. So, if they have soul, they should have their soulmates too, right? But I'm sure, you are already shaking your heads, thinking, no these creatures don't or can't have soulmate; only humans do or can. And that's exactly the narcissist ego/pride I was talking about. Just because we have certain advantages over other species, we have the audacity to think everything is made with us in focus. We forget, we have so many disadvantages too - eg. Can we fly? Can we survive underneath seas without protective gear and so on. So, what makes us special that we have the cheek to think we should/may/must have soulmates? Who invented this ridiculous term anyway? Plato, as per his absurd story on wiki?

Since humanity is existing, billions have come on this earth, lived and perished. Is it possible for all to have soulmates. Is it even logical? If being compatible or comfortable with someone for long period is called soulmate, I'm still okay with it. But I don't agree to the term, as it is more a give and take. If one of them stops or fails or dies, there goes the whole 'soulmate thingy' out of the window. So, for God's sake, lets not over-dramatize things. And if the topic is anything to go by - which says "Soulmate not necessarily is life mate", then yeah, I agree wholeheartedly. You see, mosquitoes are my soulmates, they never let go of me; they love me so much as though they have janam janam ka rishta with me. They drink my blood and I kill them in return. We are perfect soulmates :|



Disclaimers : This post is not to be taken seriously. No Soulmates were injured during writing of this post.

❤❀❤

Stay Connected & Follow my Updates on the blog's GFC | GOOGLE+ | FACEBOOK | TWITTER | BLOGLOVIN | NETWORKEDBLOGS

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...

TO HELL WITH OPPORTUNISTIC PEOPLE



Its disgusting when some people become friends with you, just to further their own goals. They are like leech, who hang on to you - but only to keep hunting what benefit they can get from you.
There's this person I had made friends with last year. I got talking with her, as she lived in my area. She writes whole lot of crap, so I was least interested in her blog. At times I went, yawned and ran as soon as I could. However, I did talk to her because I talk to people not seeing their position or success. I felt, she was simple person. But holy mother of God! I've never seen such scheming little greedy opportunistic b***ch in my whole life.

First of all, she used to bitch about almost every known blogger esp the one who'd cry/whine for prizes after every contest ( won't name, you'll understand who I mean if you're smart enough ;-). So, any meet we happened to come by this blogger, this so-called friend would make faces or bitch about this person. And not just that, she bitched about others too - esp one who posted her pics on instagram or another who used to post DIY in her blogs. This little b** used to make fun of them. But cleverly, she'd be nice to those same people in the face, extending friendship request to all in FB or following.

As for me, if I dislike someone I just keep a distance or don't talk at all. I don't show a good face in front of them and bitch behind their back, like a hypocrite. So after so much bitching, this same girl is now friends with the one she used to bitch the most - perhaps because the other whines and gets access to many events/opportunities etc. Isn't that pathetic? I have nothing against friendship, but why bitched about them then, if in the end your motive was to hang with them? This is called being sick opportunistic people.

And a person so double faced like her, I'm sure she must be bitching about me with these same people who she used to bitch about earlier. I dislike such people with my whole heart. To hell with such opportunistic people.


❤❀❤
Stay Connected & Follow my Updates on the blog's GFC | GOOGLE+ | FACEBOOK | TWITTER | BLOGLOVIN | NETWORKEDBLOGS

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...

#SHAREYOURGHOSTSTORY


Do you have a Ghost Experience? Do you wanna share it? Well now is the time :-) #ShareYourGhostStory! This post is part of Indispire 32


Well, to be honest I wasn't expecting my topic to be chosen this week. Anyhow, since its been, and though it has been a very busy week for me, I feel I should write on it. From young I was intrigued by ghost stories, since most of them are true accounts narrated by my mother and also my other aunts who experienced them for real ( I'm writing one such incident below ). My mother also had a step cousin-brother who infact was very much into occultism and being the wicked one used to practice them on his cousins ( i.e my mom+her sisters who were the usual guinea-pigs of his experiments ). Incidently, now that step-cousin uncle of ours is a frail old almost-mad man - yes, his own pet-ghosts traumatized his life.

My own experiences which was accidental really also led me to believe in the paranormal phenomenon very strongly. While in college, I used to be enchanted with the subject of hypnotism and bought several books on it. Long distance hypnotism was what I wanted to learn/practice. I thought it was harmless and everyday I'd try it just for fun. I was unaware that I was opening up a different portal altogether, and quite a dangerous one at that.

So, one day I did my usual hours of concentration and then after a while fell asleep. It was hot month of May/June. One day, early morning ( dawn-break ) when I opened my eyes I saw two figures floating ~ just outside one of the ventilators of my room. The ventilators being quite above the ground and with no support there for anyone to stand like that - in mid-air, I was thus very surprised. I could clearly make out their faces till their shoulders. They had faces, though their features were not very clear. They floated there for quite a while as though peeking at me from outside. I blinked several times and they were still there, until after 5 minutes or so when they faded; leaving me with a eerie feeling.

After a few days, I had another incident. So, I did my concentration again and fell asleep. Around 3am at night, I woke up to a very chilly kinda feeling of something lying next to me on my left, in my bed literally stuck on me. On my right it was usual hot room-temperature, but on my left it was as though someone had put sheets of ice next to me. The chilly feel was disturbing as I instantly knew something was wrong. I felt a heavy presence next to me and it didn't feel good. I tried not to panic and decided to wait it out. Meanwhile, I kept thinking in my mind wishing it to go away, as I hadn't called any spirits. Then after 15 minutes or so suddenly the chilly feeling left my side. As it left, first I saw my transparent mosquito-net shake a bit mildly and then to my horror I saw my window curtains shake violently - everything happened like a pattern. ( my room lights are on @nights ). I always keep my windows closed and the fan speed normally donot shake the heavy curtains that way. It was as if someone shook it intentionally and with force. I thought if I should wake the others who were sleeping in other rooms, but decided not to disturb them. And since the chilly feeling had anyways left too, I closed my eyes and slept rest of the night. Early next morning, I remembered the incident and went to check the curtains wondering why it shook so violently.

To my surprise, I saw one of the corner windows wide open. I was shell-shocked. Never in my life I ever opened that window or even allowed anyone to. Infact, besides the bolts, I used to tie a thick rope on its handle with the window grill. To find it 'open' so mysteriously, and also remembering the chilly presence earlier in the night and the shaking of the curtains so violently made me realize that something did visit me that night. I still get the goosebumps thinking about it, cos' the next incidents that happened were more terrifying which made me stop pursuing those hypnotism books forever. ( I will write about it some other time )

I've tried to reason out this particular incident in various ways. Some people may say it was the wind blowing, but from where? would be my question. If its the window, then who opened it? ( inspite of being tied so tight ). There's a cobbler's cemetery behind our house, that's why my family never opens any of the windows that side. And the icy cold feeling is quite a strange thing to feel too esp in the month of May/June - when everyone knows how hot it can be in a land-locked place like Guwahati. Also the windows were on the foot-side of my bed, and the cold feeling was on left side of my body, not my feet. Besides, I didn't have any AC in my room, only an old fan which hardly blew any air leave alone icy cold one like that which was rather static. Even if we think for once that it was indeed my fan, it'd have distributed it to my right side too, as the fan was right above my bed, and not just on one side! And why only for 15 minutes, right? - considering the fan was kept switched on throughout the night and everyday too!
And most important is the sense of dread I felt in those 15 minutes, of sensing some actual presence lying on my bed. It is simply undescribable. Too add to that, the incidents of two faces I had seen earlier and the more frightening incidents that happened later, re-confirms my belief no matter what anyone says/thinks.

~~~~000~~~~
Sharing another incident which happened to my mother and her family. Entire locality of theirs knew about this incident that happened during that time. ( I've kept the exact location names in abbreviations as now it is a widely populated area, unlike those early days, and don't want to cause any fear )

GRAND FIGHT OF THE BIRAS :

My grandfather was a High Court advocate, who represented the British in their various cases. As a token of appreciation the British awarded him land grants. One such reward was a huge plot of land in the outskirts of Guwahati, a place called "K" which was scantily inhabited in those days. My mother and the whole family was residing in central part of the city "C" uptil now, the land belonging to my great-grandmother who was 2nd wife of a rich land lord/zamindar. The extended family lived in a huge adjacent plot. My grandfather built a house in the British gifted land, and soon after my grandmother had passed away after birth of the 10th child, the whole family [ i.e 8sisters, 2brothers ] moved there, as there was lots of space to do farming etc which my grandfather loved, also he wanted to overcome the grief from my grandmother's untimely demise.

In that plot, was a massive old banyan tree by the corner of a huge pond filled with fishes. It was a place where the naga tribes used to worship and make sacrifices to their Gods and Spirits. My grandfather got the tree chopped as he did not want the place to be used for such rituals and the land belonged to him now, so he cleared the area. However, within 2-3 days of doing that, they started hearing strange noises on their roof top of someone jumping, walking or thumping. Sometimes they'd hear lots of noises at once, as though someone was banging the roof at different corners all at the same time. At first the family dismissed those noises thinking to be monkeys. However, there was no monkey at sight and as they were told no monkey was ever reported to be spotted in that area.

As days passed the noises grew more louder, heavier and rapid which scared the children. They were advised not to go out and always stay in groups. A local neighbour advised my grandfather to get the placed cleansed as there were lots of sacrifices done previously at the tree which was now chopped, which may have angered the spirits and trigged the daily terror they were going through.

Fearing the well being of the children, my grandfather then one day got in touch with an Oujha, who knew how to communicate with these 'beings'. He had a helper Jinn with him, which is also known as a 'Bira' who always accompanied him.

On the day he came ( evening time ), all the children were asked to lock themselves up in the nearby room and no matter what - not to come out, and were also told not to make any noise. However, they could hear what was going on in the next room. The man had asked my grandfather to keep some live pigeons/hens ( for offerings to his helper 'bira' ) in the corner of a pitch dark room where he and my grandfather sat.

They sat in deep silence as the man started to meditate. After some time there was a 'thud' on the main door. The man called out, who was it. Then in a strange, gruffy hoarse sound someone replied in a strange language which no one could understand except the Oujha. There were 2 more rapid thuds, then the man announced that if it was his helper, he should reduce size and come from underneath the door ( apparently some jinns/biras can change their sizes and appearances ). After 1-2 minutes, the Oujha announced that the 'bira' had entered the room. He told the 'bira' that there were some offerings in the corner of the room made by the man whom they had come to help.

Within seconds they could hear the sound of mad fluttering of feathers, followed by loud sipping sounds as though the blood was being sucked out of those birds. The 'bira' drank only the blood, but left the flesh. Soon everything was silent and the 'bira' went near the two men where they sat. The Oujha then instructed the 'bira' to go around the plot to inspect and check who else was living in that plot. The main door never opened as the 'bira' again reduced his size as he went out.

After few minutes, he came back to report to his master in the strange language which the Oujha translated: that there were 2 jinns/biras who were living there for ages, and that they were enraged because their nest i.e the banyan tree was destroyed. One was weak whom he managed to chase to a distant location and tied in a different tree, but the other one was much bigger and stronger, who was resisting and refusing to leave. The Oujha then ordered the helper that the task must be completed that night itself. The 'bira' seemed bit hesitant ‘cos the other bira was quite big, however he went out again saying he'll try.

There was silence for some time, and then came heavy sounds of someone running closely followed by chasing sounds. The sound then went up to the roofs as if they had gone up, then again on the ground and around the house. Lots of noises followed as if they were quarrelling and were in a physical fight meaning - the helper 'bira' could manage to catch the bigger bira who was fiercely resisting. Then the bigger bira managed to slip and the chase began again. Someone could be heard panting heavily as if tired from that entire chase. The children were all huddled together in the dark room, not allowed to look outside the window as well, as it was too dangerous if any of the biras were to notice them. So they just listened silently to what was going on outside. The sound was such huge that the entire, rather big house was shaken in its vibrations. My mother's then little brother wanted to go to the loo, but since they could not go out of that room, one of the sisters made him relieve himself inside the room itself.

The terror of those chases lasted more than 3 hours, then the final chase happened with the sound shaking the whole area till the end of the plot and beyond as the helper chased the resident bira out of that entire locality. That day the neighbours were aware of the exorcism going on in that particular plot so nobody came out of their homes, even when they heard those running/chasing sounds in that whole area for hours. Later on, people from far away also reported that they had heard those sounds going quite far out of that locality.

Almost after the 4th hour, the familiar thud noise on the main door, before the helper 'bira' entered the room. He was exhausted as he said that the other bira was very strong, but he managed to chase him out of the area to a very distant place, where he had managed to tie him, and though it'd be difficult he could not guarantee that the other bira would not return. He felt extremely weak and exhausted too, so the Oujha took immediate leave, with the Oujha advising my grandfather that it'd be better to leave that place, because his helper may not be able to help them again in case the other bira returned and became more dangerous. All the time my grandfather was silent with only the bira and his master talking and with the latter translating the same to my grandfather.

After this incident the family moved back to their city home, and that plot was mainly used for farming. At times only my grandfather would go to look after the property.

>>> It was much later, after many years ( after my mother's marriage), that my grandfather gifted a small part of the plot to my mother where my father built a smaller house. In the bigger house my younger uncle lived from time to time, as he had started a trucks business, and he used to park his trucks in the garage that he built on that plot. Incidents happened in the new house too. And years later too, recently, this same uncle had some weird experiences before dying mysteriously, at quite young age in his early 50's.

~~~~000~~~~
Ghost incidents are reported from almost all corners of the world, as such, when something is experienced by so many there has to be some truth in it. Only those who experience it knows for fact what they are. People usually think ghosts are only souls of dead body, while infact there are different types of ghosts. Demons have various species and they are not human souls. They can infact be very dangerous. Being fearless is one sure way to keep away from the evils and also staying away from ouja boards etc that provokes and invites these entities. Souls of humans are harmless. Many times they are just residual energies and keep playing the incidents that happened right before their death like a record. Many times they've either not realized that they are dead or sometimes for fear of what happens next they just refuse to move on. Happy 'Advanced' Halloween to all :D


❤❀❤

Stay Connected & Follow my Updates on the blog's GFC | GOOGLE+ | FACEBOOK | TWITTER | BLOGLOVIN | NETWORKEDBLOGS

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...

TEN THINGS I MUST DO BEFORE I DIE


Lets post our Bucket List: Ten Things You Would Want To Do, no let me rephrase, TEN THINGS YOU MUST DO BEFORE YOU DIE or else you would feel like a loser on a death bed? lets share and motivate each other about life. Lets Dream about life, your life. #LifeDeathBucketList ( This post is part of Indispire )



Well well, so the genie asked me what are the 10 things I'd like to do before I die? I've always brushed aside those bucket-list kinda questions people put, with those 'must do things before you die' kinda ones being the most commonest of them. What's to achieve by listing them anyway? Many people list out quite impossible lists just for fun sake. 'Must do' means you intend to do at some point definitely, but can I really do it? That's another story. For example: I wanna sky-dive at least once in my life, or dive deep under the seas; but, will I do those? No way! I'm just too scared. So, like that there are many such wishes I'd like to do, but not many I'll actually do and then there are some I'd love to do but may never get the opportunity to do. So confusing right? Ah..well...nevermind, so lets just get on with the 10 must-do things list, that I hope I manage to do at least and hopefully get the opportunity too.


1. Travel the World : Whats the use of coming to this world if you haven't seen it all for real. Thank God, we are born in the Television/Internet era where virtually we can see almost all corners of the world right on our desktop monitors, and Google earth can even pin-point all of the exact locations with the satellite 'zoom' effect. But the thrill of travelling and going in person, seeing everything with own eyes is another thing altogether. This is one wish that is too expensive as well with lots of complexities ~ visas and what not. So, I keep joining as much travel contests I can ~ just so I win some day hopefully. Luck has played a spoil sport so far, but I've not given up. So, my efforts are on :-) Any sponsors out there?

2. Publish my novel : professionally by a Big and well established International Publishing house. If you've read my blog, you'll find it is filled with fictions and poems mostly. My contest entries are also mostly fiction too. Ever since young, I've written and written. Many of my scribbles have won me quite a few prizes too and some pieces published in various newspapers/magazines - much to my delight. So, being a creative writer its what I love doing the most and want to do till I die. I have already published 10 titles ( novellas ) in Amazon Kindle, and they've got good response. But my ultimate dream is to publish a full-fledged novel via the Big house. I'm yet to write a full fledged novel btw, because most of what I wrote so far are short novellas ( around 25k words - whereas novels has to be above 55k+ words ). I have tonnes of incomplete drafts still lying, waiting to be completed, published and hopefully read by the world someday.

3. Solve Life & Death mystery : once and for all. When people talk of science ~ of Darwin's evolution theory that humans came from Apes or the theist's perspective of Adam & Eve being first human beings created on earth in God's image - my mind gets rattled with these two diverse set of beliefs, among thousand others put forth by different religions. Everyone fights with others as their theory to be right. There's been wars fought on this issue for centuries, and the blood shed still continues. Who knows for sure right? Neither scientific research can actually pin-point neither can the theists. None of those were actually alive then, were they? about the time period they talk of. Both may be right or both may be wrong ~ or both maybe somewhere in between. Hatred and bloodshed due to this is totally ridiculous. More often its the fight between various religions. Well, I hope to solve this mystery once and for all. Why am I on this earth, if I can't get this basic fact right. Anyone listening?? Koyi hai....jo meri madad karein???

4. Become Rich : so that I can help others a bit. Currently, in my individual capacity, I can only shell out some coins to some random beggars that I see, lurking daily in the Bombay streets. I'd love to get rich enough, so that I can fully utilize my philanthropic side. The way I am currently with money, people often think that I'm a 'kanjoos' of sorts, but they don't realize that I'm really a poor-hungry-indian myself. I can donate more, only if I have more ain't it? I kinda envy those rich & famous people who get so much good-will by their generous donations. I'd love to get that kinda name too. So, anyone willing to make me a 'heiress' to their riches? I promise after keeping my share, I'll definitely distribute the rest to the poor and needy ones when I die. Cos' if I die now, I have nothing really to donate ~ I'm pretty broke myself right now. Anyone willing to donate their riches to this 'wannabe heiress'?

5. Eat a hearty Meal : from cuisines all over the world. Really, this is pathetic that there are so many cuisines in this world that I haven't tasted yet. Its like my first wish ~ until I eat them all, whats the use really to be born in this world. So, I'd love to be invited to each and every household that cooks all these yummilicious food ( provided they pay my stay/travel/visa fares too - that'll even take care of my first wish itself ). This wish is really achievable with all you wonderful people's support. So, who is inviting me to their house first for a hearty meal?

6. : Errr...

7. : ERRRrr...

8. : A-ha.......
( will fill these when I wake up from my Ghajini state of short-term-memory loss )

9. Marry Someone : LOL...yeah don't laugh. I know everyone ( especially girls ) marries at one point and its the most natural thing to do in one's life; and 'expected' too from the nosy society around. But for me it has been most 'unnatural' thing in life. I've run and run from the institution of marriage and how! I think I'm that 'weird' human species, who has literally avoided marriage and practically ran from the mandap. I love my freedom so much and have lived my life totally independent. I guess, I love myself too much, that's why to give everything up for another human being is unthinkable for me. I'm way too self-centered and narcissist. All the handsome boys whom I knew in my life got fed-up and ran away seeing my over-independent lifestyle. I'm actually glad I got rid of them :D However, every year as I grow older, I'm becoming more and more like Salman Khan. He is much older than me, but chances are I'll end up like him ---- so well, just so I don't end up like him I have to full-fill this 'thingy' too. khi khi.....

10. Eat, Sleep Repeat : Yeah...on my death bed. What a cool way to die right? :P

So, that's about it. These are mine, what are yours? Do share :-)


❤❀❤

Stay Connected & Follow my Updates on the blog's GFC | GOOGLE+ | FACEBOOK | TWITTER | BLOGLOVIN | NETWORKEDBLOGS

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...

WEIRD OBSESSION



I was spring summer cleaning my house today and my mind automatically travelled many summers ago, when I had come down to Bombay and had briefly put up in one of my old college friend's house. I couldn't adjust in my hometown after living nearly a decade in this vibrant city, but as my father had vacated his office place, I was bit homeless then. I was flat-hunting, so stayed at their place as I was close to them during my college days.

Their house is friendly and you do feel nice in there; though, they had their share of problems too, like anyone else. With the lady's ( whom I call Aunty ) husband's early demise, a sad lady she was, but still had a smile for others and was quite helpful too. Her elder niece who lived with her was going through marital problems ( later divorced ) had another tragedy of her little son's death. But like her Aunty, she was helpful too. At times they did burst out emotionally, but that was understandable.

Living at their place taught me lot of things. The two nieces were pro at cooking or fine arts & craft making, and one would fall in love with their creations. Their house was sparkling clean all the time. Both Aunty and elder niece would clean meticulously everyday, even the tiniest spectre of dust or any fallen crumbs. The smaller niece ( i.e my friend ) was more laid back, though she had these qualities ingrained in her as well.

The elder niece's office, that time, was in main town; so, by the time she reached home which was at the opposite end of the city ( in the suburbs ) it would be late in the evening. But instead of eating or relaxing once back, she'd start climbing up the stool and start cleaning the ceiling fans or other furniture ( in each room ). All the bath-room and kitchen tiles would be scrubbed vigorously with soap. This was a daily routine, followed religiously without fail.

At times I'd wonder, the house is so clean as it was cleaned in the morning by Aunty and the maid, so what was the need to clean again at night too. It seemed more like an obsession. Once another cousin of their's had come to stay with them. They pushed her into the cleaning routine as well, so much so that to my surprise for the first time I saw Aunty nagging at anyone ( that too quite nastily ).

Slowly, my idea of their perfect little clean home crumbled bit by bit, as I started seeing a different picture. I was a guest there, so they had never forced me to do any of the chores ( though I think they secretly wanted ), still I occasionally offered to cut+chop+wash vegetables or did bit shopping. ( I paid for my food/stay ). However, their treatment of this cousin shocked me no end. They'd blame the cousin's family for not having any manners or importance of cleanliness etc. The cousin did her bit, but to expect her to clean 24x7 proved too much for her, and she naturally rebelled. Later, she left and went back to her house never to come again.

This obsession also led me to analyse the troubled marriage the elder niece had. Her husband was a pretty laid back bloke, and whenever he came, he'd keep his things here and there. Aunty nagged at him for that. And, more than staying at her own house, the niece spent much of her time at her Aunt's. This pissed her husband no-end and he hated coming there. Staying months apart had a bad effect on their marriage. But it seems as Aunty had kept that house in the elder niece's name, she wanted to stay close to her Aunt. Whatever be the case, their lives did get affected.

Now the funniest and most strangest part. For all their obsession for cleanliness and 'mission cleaning 24x7', I was quite appalled to see the cloth they used for the 'task'. Old panties! Can you imagine that? Be it table, showcase, fan, wardrobe, tiles ---- everything! I don't know if anyone is comfortable using old used panties as a cleaning cloth. I certainly am not. Though I'm grateful they gave me a roof over my head for those 2-3 months, I was glad to be finally out of their 'weird' cleanliness obsessed world :o

While we all need to keep ourselves, our homes and surroundings clean, I feel, nothing should be done in extreme that you keep cleaning your furniture more than you actually sit and relax in them ~ living life as they say :-)


Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...

HAKKA KAHA GAYA?



So, a while ago I was simply browsing the net, chatting and doing my regular blah blah completely unaware of time. When my tummy growled in protest, I looked at my watch. It was already 2.10 pm noon. I remembered that I had not eaten anything since I woke up, so that's why my tummy was growling insanely. Feeling lethargic, I was feeling too lazy to hop over to the kitchen to cook myself something.
Instead, I searched my phone which was lying on the bed, where I was sprawled with my lappy on my front, and dialed my favourite home delivery number.

"Chicken Hakka noodles, chahiye - jaldi!" I repeated a few times making sure I drilled it inside the person's head on the other end of the phone, who was taking my order. The address, they already knew by heart since I've been their most faithfully regular customer.

Within 12 minutes, I jumped at the knocking sound on the door. They were here already, so fast. Wow, I was impressed. And I ran to open the door, grabbing the money mid-way from my purse.
The all too familiar looking delivery boy thrusted out the parcel at me, grabbed the money from my hands and went off in a hurry ( it was raining heavily outside ). I also took the parcel back to my bed happily, all ready to gobble up whatever was there inside.

But lo' and behold, I found a strange looking white 'dabba' instead, not the usual packing for noodles. I opened it and found a strange brown liquid inside. I opened the crumpled reciept slip and it said - Chicken masala. Now, I should be happy if a Chicken masala arrives at my door step, right? No! It ain't right at all. I can't eat the liquid alone all by itself, although it looked delicious, tempting and smelt heavenly. To enjoy that I'd have to slog and cook some rice to go along with it as well. Nah, there's no way I was gonna cook today.

Pissed off, I reached my phone again. "Aare yeh kya bhej diya? Hakka noodles bola tha, aapne chicken masala kyu bhej di? Woh ladka abhi paisa leke gaya." I thundered on the phone.
"Madam kuch gadbad ho gayi, abhi bhijwata hu," pat came the reply somewhat meekly, twice. So, another 10 minutes passed by, and then the door knocked again. I flew to open it, taking the 'gadbad' masala parcel along, ( no, I didn't try to taste it, tempted as I was, I'm a good girl you see ), The delivery boy was huffing & puffing from this double trip. He took the packet from me, gave me an irritated look ( it wasn't my fault buddy ), handed over the new parcel and vanished within seconds. And so, finally within a span of 30 minutes or so my Hakka saga ended, with me pushing down the entire contents until they reached my tummy. My tummy growled again, but this time happily. And I sat down to write this masterpiece.

ndspeaksndspeaksndspeaks

Now, point to ponder - the Hakka costs 110, and Chicken masala costs 120, but the delivery boy didn't return me the balance of 10/- bucks. Should I ring them up or is it too late for that, and I should forget the 10 bucks? *sniff* Gadbad kare koyi, bhugte koyi, hmph!
HAVE YOU BEEN A VICTIM OF SUCH SIMILAR TORTURE?

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...