Supernatural

Imagine, you're in a cold, dark room. There are a few antique furniture pieces contained in the room, like a grandfather clock or a rocking chair (which is rocking ominously). You are getting that feeling inside you, THAT feeling (if you know what I mean). Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a broken piece of mirror on the desk. But lo! It isn't your face. You quickly turn back to look, and find absolutely nothing there. You glance back at the desk. The mirror has disappeared!...

Realized how far your imagination can go?

So, as you might have thought, I've been thinking of ghosts lately. What I've also discovered is that they are the hot topic in many schools. My research is on, to find whether they really exist or not. Here are some stories (or are they myths?) that may develop equal interest in you!

(I'm not putting the images as it's night time and the images are way too scary. You can search them yourself!)

Everyone must have heard of Bloody Mary. According to the modern belief, if you stand in front of the mirror at night, lights switched off, a candle in your hand, and chant 'Bloody Mary' three times, she will appear in the mirror (means she is behind you) and when you turn back, something or the other may happen to you. Apparently, the people have come to ignore this belief in modern times, and have made a joke on it...

'What will happen if you stand in front of the mirror and chant 'Bloody Mary' three times?

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A. Your mom would tell you to shut up and go to bed!'

How bad can it get?

So last but not the least I'm going to cover the myth relating to Bhangarh Fort in Rajasthan. You might know a bit about it, cause HT Brunch covered some details. So, here we go!

Wondrous to know that outside the gates of the fort, there is a board of the Archaeological Survey of India saying that entry after sunset is not permitted. Something fishy, isn't there? Well, the truth is revealed...

Bhangarh, a deserted town in Rajasthan, was established in 1613 by King Madho Singh, son of great Mughal general, Man Singh of Amber. Bhangarh was abandoned soon after being built and supposedly after it was cursed by a magician. In ignorance Ajab Singh, the grandson of Madho Singh, raised the palace to such a height that the shadow reached the forbidden place. Hence the devastation of entire town of Bhangarh happened. Local villagers say that whenever a house is built there its roof collapses. People say that nobody returned who stayed there after dark. Also, there have been traces of black magic in the abandoned market. 

Basically, I only think it's a rumour. Nothing's true. The people are always on the run to spread such myths!

The Petrichor and the Pour

A perfect pour of rain added to the burning heat of Gurgaon makes one's afternoon special.

We were sitting in the drawing room when the refreshing petrichor enslaved us to go out into the rain and have some fun! Our faces lit up as the water droplets hit our faces, we were feeling so very excited. Dancing like lunatics, it was one of the best moments of my life. We ran, talked, had fun. etc etc.

That's when we heard a buzzing - like sound. When we looked up to the fresco in front of the house, some black pieces of a material I don't know were flying in the air, which was filled with dust. Apparently, they had come from the fresco. The buzzing sound made it even spookier. Imagine, at 3:30 in the afternoon, the sky was really dark. for a split second, I thought it was the end of the world. LOL. Of course not.

So this afternoon I had compelled my older cousin sister to make a temporary tattoo (made by using a pen) of the Deathly Hallows on my arm.  It was looking great, and I was certainly looking forward to flaunt it to the people. However, next thing I knew, it had become a complete blur. But you can't deny, the effect was REALLY good.

So, today was a really good. At least, I got to escape the heat of north India!

A True Hero

‘Have you heard about Salman Khan’s birthday party? Well, you know what? My dad was invited and we certainly had a blast! Salman shook this hand of mine you see here.’

‘Forget about that, we bought tickets for the IPL Opening Ceremony, and there on the red carpet I met Shahrukh Khan, and he signed me his autograph!’

‘The other day, we went to the extremely costly Posh Diner, and guess what? Ranbir Kapoor was sitting at the table just next to ours! What about you, Veer, you haven’t met anyone yet, have you?’

Veer was the only boy in his Guy Gang who hadn’t seen a celebrity, let alone meet one. It was not that he ever wanted to meet an actor; it’s just that he felt bad when his mates teased him. Not being able to bear his humiliation anymore, he left his chair and strode out of the classroom. He wanted to cry, but what would his friends say? He didn’t want himself to be thought of as a coward.

The one and only person whom he had adulated since his childhood was Karanveer Singh, a general of the Indian Navy. When Veer’s grandfather was in his youth, he had tripped and fallen into the well because of his carelessness. Thanks to Karanveer Singh’s valour, he was saved. Veer loved his grandfather, and so a great urge of meeting that soldier had developed inside him.

On reaching home, he switched on the T.V. as usual. On the news channel, a government award ceremony was being aired. A.R. Rahman, who had won two Academy Awards, was polished with a grand prize of a crore rupees, while the family of a soldier who had died fighting on the border for his beloved homeland was awarded a few lakh rupees. Veer’s already depressed mood had just been thrown out of the frying pan into the fire.

As he pondered about his meeting with General Singh, like every other kid would do, he thought about what he would talk about when he met him, that he was his idol, and that he would surely go into the Indian Navy when he grows up. He determined to do as much effort as it would take to meet a soldier, a true offspring of the country.

As he was exploring his desires, Veer smelled something fishy. He got up to look around the house, and fishy it indeed was, for in the balcony, a fiery flame was developing. When he saw at the ground, the oil from the generator had leaked and a cigarette had fallen nearby. Then he understood. A burning cigarette must have been the cause of all this. Thinking about people taking up bad habits by smoking and causing such disasters increased his willpower even further.

Without a moment’s thought, Veer quickly shouted to the neighbours about the danger. He rushed inside and brought a woolen blanket. The fire had spread to other parts of the house too. He thrust the blanket over the flames and that’s when he remembered the ugly truth. At that instant, everything seemed so tense. The whole world about him started to change. His little sister was sleeping inside the bedroom! She was one of the closest people in his life.

Instantly and cautiously, he made his way to the bedroom, and among the hype of the intense flames, he lifted his sister. She was crying, and was burnt in some places of her body. But Veer didn’t think about that; he wanted her alive, right now. By the time he reached the origin of the flames, they were uncontrollable. He knew he could do nothing now. Amidst all the flame, he made his way out of the house.

He ran for his life, sister in arms, mood intense. He didn’t know for how much time he ran, it seemed forever. Why did it happen only to him, why was he so miserable? He kept running, and he fell, and the world about him seemed to vanish.

When Veer next opened his eyes, a sudden flash of light disturbed them. It took him some time to adapt to this new environment. At last he came to his senses and remembered what had happened to him in the previous few hours. How his house had caught fire, how his sister was sleeping when this happened, how both of them had been scorched in the flames. He sat up and looked around him. He could see his mother, visible in a state of shock. His sister was beside him. His mother caught his eye and a wonderful smile spread across her face. ‘My brave Veer!’, she said. Veer wondered what she could have meant.

After a few days Veer did come to know. The next thing he knew was that he was among the few kids who were being saluted at the Republic Day Parade! When he was invited to the stage, he met Karanveer Singh on his way. The General praised him and said that this is the sign of true bravery. But guess what was going on in Veer’s mind? He was the happiest boy in the world!

Things changed for him, he was a true hero at school. And most important of all, he was one of the most respected kids in India.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!

Eureka!

Holidays are on, a month and ten days of fun, joy and sleep. What to do in so long a time? Here's some options with which you can make your vacation un-fur-gettable!

1. Visit the mountains - Escape from the heat, commotion and busy schedule of the city. Visit an isolated, quiet place in the mountains, plus you can experience the joy of the adventure sports like skiing, bungee jumping, paragliding, skydiving etc, etc. Hill stations in the Himalayas would be definitely breathtaking.

2. Join a workshop - Join a workshop, have some fun, meet new people, learn new things. Enough said.

P.S. Art, music, dance, theatre and other kinds of workshops would be ideal for your hols.

3. Help your mum - Helping your mum can make both of you happy. Stress will be less, plus you will increase your stamina to work. This can make the holidays special for your dear mother!

4. Sleep and eat all day - Okay, I know this sounds a bit lame, but to some of you out there, eating and sleeping is like living in heaven. Keep going!

Hope this makes your holidays special,
HAPPYYYY HOLIDAYYYYSSSS!!!!!

The Golden Friend

Running on the runway
A speed so fast
Planning a journey
Above the oceans so vast
I take off into the sky
At an unimaginable height
Feeling the cold breeze
Enjoying the beautiful sight
Not thinking it to be
The inception of a voyage so incredible
Then, among the trees I see
A bird flying towards me
She said a cheerful 'hey'
And quacked a funny laugh
I didn't know what to say
As it had a golden colour
And goldened my day.
I 'heyed' her in return
Oh! I didn't know she was so chirpy
A talkative throat she had earned.
I asked her her destination
She wanted to go to the White House.
Same pinch, I thought
Our place was similar alot.
I said we were going to the same place
She made a pretty good suggestion
Of becoming my passenger she had a craze.
She boarded me and off I took
Forward to the White House we had to look.
We journeyed, over the Earth so playful
Seeming to be a toy
When fnally we saw a big, white building
We could hear our hearts singing.
I made a landing in the green garden
A very different one, indeed.
I had got a new, nice friend
I had sown a friendship seed!

                           - Story-poem written by ME

Save Our Earth

"The greenery is ending on earth
Useless manmade things are taking birth
The trees are being cut causing deforestation.
The number of vehicles is increasing
Giving us the polluted sensation.
Water is being polluted,
leaving some to use,
The environment is getting harmed in my view.
This curse would get worse
If we don't care for nature
If we care for it,
There will be relief for every creature."
                                   - Written by ME



Folks, I think you have already got my message. Nature shouldn't be taken for granted. If we pollute water, use fossil fuels in the wrong way and waste our natural resources, nature will get hurt. And, nature has its own way of vengeance. Take my advice, treat nature as someone close to you!

"The good times of today, are the sad thoughts of tomorrow"
                                                                       - Bob Marley

Good Luck!

Au Revoir Paul!

Hello friends!

My short story novel - 'The Happiest Boy in the World' has been successfully written and published on my blog. I'm really happy with the response.

Hope you learned a lot from my story. One of my main aims was to motivate, which I think I've been successful in.

Keep waiting for other stories by me!

Gauri

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