Son, Can I have a lift...

The Hill Resort was just a few kilometers from the city limit…still it took a lot of planning for him and his friends to finally decide to set out on the Trip to the Resort in their bikes…He was on the second year of his college and the idea of a bike trip to the mountain was in his mind from some three months or so…Finally, it was fixed that they would all meet up the next day, early morning before 6 at the Main Bus stop…as planned, the next day, the boy reached the Bus stop by 5.30 early morning…It was still dark…and cold…he waited for more than 15-20 minutes and none of his friends turned up...much irritated, by 0600am, he kick started his bike to go back home to get his sleep…Just then he heard a voice…He turned to see an old man walking towards him…

Old Man: Son, Where are you going…
Boy: Uncle I am going towards the Church road…You need any help..
Old Man: Boy, I have been waiting here for long time for a bus and I need to urgently reach the Hospital near Church Road…Can you please drop me there…
Boy: Sure Uncle…Please climb back…

And so the ride started…the boy was continuously talking to the man…and he answered some questions as if he was not interested and soon he didn’t bother to answer also…The boy guessed, maybe he is not interested in a conversation…and they went on…Soon they reached the Hospital Entrance…the boy stopped the bike and said, “Uncle, here is your place…Please get down…”..Hearing no response, he turned… All he saw was the old man getting vaporized and disappearing into thin air…He was dead struck…

Soon he heard from his friends that few months back, at the same place where this boy picked the man, i.e. at the bus stop… “An Old man had died in a Bike accident when he was travelling with his teenage grand son”…and it is believed that the Old man still asks for lifts from Teenage boys in that area….

Soon this horrific experience found it’s way to the ears to all the college mates…most of the young boys were scared to even go near that bus stop during odd hours of the day...and ofcourse never with their bikes…

One day, a boy had some urgent issue and he HAD to go to that bus stop early morning to pick one of his friend…He was scared from head to toe and with prayers he waited for his friend…Suddenly he heard some one asking him… “Hey Son, Can you drop me at the Hospital near Church Road..”…Terrified to hell, he didn’t even turn to see who it was…He just started his bike and shooted his way off from that nasty place…and soon he reached his house…and he braked and stopped his bike…

He got down from his bike and was just about to put it on the stand, when he heard “Son, Thank you for the lift….” and all he saw was a distorted figure vanishing into the air…

The boy fainted…

(Ghosts Stories…my all time favorite… not that I was a fearless girl…but then I loved to listen to such stories with much excitement…I loved watching horror movies even when my heart was thumping against my chest as if it might come out any moment…I loved reading horror books and share them with friends…all in all…I was an ardent fan of Ghost stories…(as far as I don’t have a face to face experience with Ghosts, I am fine, I Suppose…) The above is one such story I heard from my cousins years back...Maybe I was just 10years or so...my cousin claim that this had happened to his friend in real life…God knows if he or his friend was bluffing…Anyways...I wouldn't myself ever go anywhere near that Bus Stop...lol!!! by the by, the picture above is only for illustration and my imagination of how it would have been...)

Jogging...???? Noooooo, Never....!!!!

Are you a fitness freak??? Do you exercise or jog on a daily basis?...uhmm…I never been for regular jogging…just a month back, when I was sitting at home doing nothing (during my redundancy days)..suddenly I had this thought of staying fit…Enthusiastically I started jogging daily evening for 1 and ½ hrs… I felt healthy…and I decided, I would continue it always….heheh!!! Even my firm will power couldn’t take me forward too many days...Work, Eat, Sleep routine resumed its duty as soon as I was back at office…

Anyways, now to the real story…I was talking about jogging…this is something that happened a few years back…the years when I never needed any jogging to stay slim and fit…during those days, all of a sudden, my brother had this awakening thought of staying fit by jogging…maybe our neighbors, his friends motivated him to start jogging… not to put down weight (he had nothing to loose than some bones…lol)…What ever! one fine day he started jogging daily morning…of course accompanied by his friends…(Inside story: We used to make fun of him saying, he’s just going to the junction and sit there on the road side, sleep for 1 hr and then come back home…hehe!!! So bad right..???) Daily morning, he used to wake up at 0500am, put on his shoes and leave for the hard tenure of jogging (he used to sleep with tracksuits on, so that saves his time in the morning…waking up early was horror for all of us always...heheh!!!)

So one such day…due some reason, I was not getting proper sleep through out the night…I was having regular parades to the kitchen and scanned the refrigerator every half an hour to grab something or other to feed my mouth…lol, when I couldn’t sleep, I preferred spending my time by eating…anything like tomatoes, carrots, biscuits, chips etc…(a small incident during one such trips to the kitchen was…One night, by some 0200am, I walked to the kitchen to have some timepass…hehe!!! To my horror, I heard a sudden explosion breaking the night’s silence…Within seconds, I was back in my bed…lol, that night I had too much of imaginations of thieves, ghosts etc etc as the source of that loud sound…When I saw my mom cleaning the floor near the fridge the next day, I realized with shame, that what I heard the previous night was “A beer bottle breaking…it was kept there by one of our neighbor to make it cold quickly to serve at the wedding reception party at their house…” neither did he remember to take it back nor we knew about it…Anyways, once the bottle broke, the beer had the whole night to flow all around the floor of the room…Only if I had notified my mom regarding the sound the previous night, it would have saved her from cleaning the whole mess the next day morning…)

Now back to my story…so I wasn’t feeling sleepy and literally spend the whole night awake eating, reading books, walking around, watching the stars…etc etc…Soon it was somewhere around 5 O’ clock…I was still roaming around in the ground floor of my house when I heard the alarm go 'TTRRRRRINGGGGGG' in my brother’s room in the first floor. I decided to see him off and then go back to sleep…I waited near the stairs (ofcourse, without the lights on…)

I saw my brother walking down the stairs with closed eyes with his shoes in his right hand…Poor boy, he was still half asleep…I smiled...rather, I giggled…lol…Somehow, my brother who was walking down, hearing something, opened his eyes slowly….Ahaaaaaaa…(“did he hear me giggling..?”) What I heard next was a scream… “Aaaaaaaaaannngggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” and I saw my brother turning back and climbing or rather running all the steps up…

I wondered…WHAT THE HELL….I called out… "Brooo…What happened…”

He made a sudden halt…and in a jiffy came back in front of me and shouted… “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE AT THIS TIME OF THE DAY…and that too IN THIS HORRIBLE DRESS…” and he turned back and walked to his room saying (as if to no one) … “Uhhh!!!…walking around in the night to scare people…doesn’t want to sleep herself and then scaring people…above all, no other dress to wear…”…

Only then did I realize what happened after all… I was wearing a flowy white night gown…and with the street light shining into the room, all he saw was “Somebody standing there down at the steps in a white dress waiting for him with a laugh.” In a reflex moment, he took it for a ghost…lol…!!!!

I just broke into laughter…Till date, I never leave a chance to pull his leg on his courage and the way he ran, that night, screaming Aaaaaaaaaannngggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh …

Ofcourse, Who is going to remind him of the beer bottle…!!!