FEAR
potlibaba | 12 March 2005, 11:47pm
fear.......................................
I stared down into the open coffin.what surprised me most was that my friend looked so pale.He was always a hero for me.Now lying down in a black box
he looked different.It was because the air of life
had gone out of him,i just realized.
John puri(puri is what he was popularly known as in college because of his husky voice)was surely one of the most popular students in college,had always been full of life,a force of energy.Now he was life less and unmoved.Otherwise everything was in order.May be not the eyes.Puri's( we all call John with love)eyes were one of its kind.Any girl who looked into his eyes even once cant stop from falling in love.He sure had eyes which can take on the world.
Turning from the coffin,there was something different i was experiencing.There was a change in
the way i used to think about John.......
John was not my hero anymore.It all changed when
i heard about the paper found near the dead body of a guy whose charm often captured manys attention.
It was the eve of the last and final day of our college day function which goes on for three days.
Am sure that in these three days there would not have been a single soul in college who didnt want to be John ......................
He was the president of our college union,even a single brick would not move without his orders in the most talked about college function in the city.He was the role model for many of us.
But who would imagine that the same night in which
he lived in many of our hearts would unlive soon..
He lived alone in a rented apartment.He lost his father when he was very young and his mother took up the job of his father after he expired.His mother works for a bank and got transfered after every three years,so John spent his childhood
travelling to different places and studying in different schools.May be that is why he was so good with his public relations.He was called
Mr PR by our faculty.But its only after he joined
engineering he could not accompany his mother.
she used to visit hyderabad once in two months. Otherwise he was constantly visited by his friends(everyday).There was a time when one person actually asked me if i lived there.........
But that night after the college fest it was late
and he went back home alone.He was always good at telling stories.He was very creative and used to tell all scary stories some of which i thought he cooked,but they sure were very scary.He was very
fond of films made by the Ramsey brothers......
There was this one time when i stayed over at his place and he scared the hell out of me.He was talking about a old lady who was deserted by her
only son who used to live in the apartment were
John lives now.According to him she keeps coming
to his place once in a while to see the place she lived long ago.He never opens the door but she keeps staring from the window and disappears before the sun rise.And he was scaring the shit out of me by asking me to imagine that the old lady stood outside now peeping from the window and just looking at me and laughing.Hair on my hands stood up as he was talking.I was shit scared and since then i have cut down on my night stays over his place.
I once read that human brain is like a CPU which
Stores everything that u see,read,hear and brings
it back when ever u are put in the same situation which u saw or heard about and guides u to act according to the example stored in your hard disk.
I dont know if there is any such thing as ghost....but it is the fear which is fed in you all your life...you start recollecting all those horror movies which u saw in the summer of your 10th standard,when you are alone and when the clock srikes "12" you start imagining things..... .................................................. ..................................................
"all i was told when police found John's body
that there was a paper near his hand in which it was written "OLD LADY"............................ ............................
friends all am trying to say is fear is within you
it is up to u to let it affect u....fear can also be as simple as going on to the stage.....
what ever it is dont let it hamper ur growth...
postman
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MY DREAMS
potlibaba | 8 March 2005, 10:05pm
People young and old have dreams and iam no exception.I have dreams to,i dream of becoming popular,not that kind of a popularity which a son of an influentual guy or a class bully enjoys.I want to become popular in the true sense of the world.I have many dreams....dreams of becoming
a pop star,a wild life photographer,a baseball player, an actor,a spy,a pilot,an animator.. and the list goes on...............iam so busy dreaming that sometimes i dont have time to work....but as swami vivekanand says "ARINT DREAMERS ACHIEVERS"......
so start dreaming people its only when u dream u can achieve...its only when u have a vision u can make it come true....so dream big and live big..
ok then got to go work(hopefully....if i get out of my dreams).........
postman
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