A Ghost Story…

October 21, 2013 § 11 Comments

well, almost.

I live in somewhat of a close proximity to Aarey Milk Colony. For the uninitiated, Aarey Milk Colony is a vast (by Mumbai Standards) expanse of greenery, sparse forest, foliage and tabelas(cattle stables). It usually appears in the news for a leopard attack here and there or for random crimes like chain snatching, dacoit gangs that operate in the dead of the night etc. That is nothing out of the ordinary, you will tell me. To which I’ll reply, 10 sq. Km of greenery in the middle of Mumbai is not out of the ordinary for you? Oh, maybe I forgot to add that it was also famous for stories of ghosts and assorted oddities and things that go bump in the night. Did that pique your interest? Of course it does, it says Ghost in the title itself, doesn’t it? 😛

Aarey was famous for being the lair of many a malicious spirit, some of which were reported to disembowel you for the mistake of crossing their path or for having the guts to go into some buildings built on that land. This was about 20 years ago. People would stay away from Aarey after the dark and before light. But then it had clean air and greenery and what not, making it ideal for a walk, stroll or a jog. A lot of people from the area would go for such activities in Aarey. One of those people was me.

Aarey colony has a road that runs through it, with a fair amount of traffic and it has many smaller roads that lead off to places deep within. One of the places in there is called ‘The New Zealand’ hostel, which is a boarding school (I think, not sure, never quite got to know, for reasons that will become apparent in a little while). I was curious about this place with the exotic sounding name and the mysterious air about it (none of my friends had seen it). So one fine day, which was also a summer vacation day, I set off to find this place and see what it looked like. This was before the Internets or Google maps or mobiles, so I relied on helpful signs that told me that take this road to New Zealand hostel and it is x km’s away. I trudged on, mindful of the time, for I did not want to be in Aarey after it got dark.

The thing with Aarey’s internal roads is that once you are a good distance in, it gets quieter than an exam hall. And colder. This has to do with the good amount of tree cover, of course. I know this now, but 12 year old me was inclined to believe that it was so because the ghosts of Aarey preferred it so. So there I was (somewhat) merrily walking along one of the internal roads, that I spot a car parked on the road. A Tata Sumo, to be exact. I spotted it at a distance, parked on the road. At that point in time, cars were not as common as they are now and the Tata Sumo was a new entrant, so I was quite interested to see how it looked from near and all, so I walked towards it (as it is I had to walk past it on my way). As I got closer, something weird happened.  I noticed there was nobody in the car itself and by that I mean, none of the usual silhouette that one can make of a person in the car. Then something weirder happened.  The car started swaying. Slowly at first and as a horrified me stood still and watched, a little more, then quite a lot.

I was 12. I had heard a lot of things about Aarey Colony and its malicious spirits. And here I was, alone and believing that I was witnessing the manifestation of said spirits. I did the one thing a scared, out of his wits, 12 year old South Indian boy would do when faced with such a situation. I ran away. With furtive glances towards the car to see if the malignant spirit that was rocking the car had noticed and by any chance was following me 😛 I only started walking normally(i.e not running) after I got to the main road. After that it was a couple of days of worrying recollections and thanking all assorted Gods. Then I forgot about the incident. Until it made a reappearance in my life.

About 3 years later, as I sat watching Star Movies, indulging in what was one the favorite pass-times of my generation (watching angrezi movies, to appear cool), I had a vivid recollection of the events and a final realization of what spirits were rocking that car that day. The movie I was watching was The Titanic. In the movie, as a hand created a hand-print on the steamed up window of the car, the last vestiges of the mystery behind the swaying and rocking of the car disappeared.


A Star will be reborn…

August 3, 2011 § 4 Comments

A Star is Killed

…while another is killed in the movie.

I quite like the way he says “He wazz Killeddd” towards the end.

Must watch I say!

Dark beguiling eyes

May 26, 2010 § 5 Comments

A friend of mine sent me this email and I reproduce it below, to honour her immense lowu for all things Himace 😛

Get Ready once Again to see one of the (Superb, Fantastic, Outstanding, Mind-blowing, History) Best Music Director, Best Singer & Best Actor

Lets See the Jhalakkkkk……………..

Jai Mata Di……………….Lets Rockkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lets Rockkkkkkkkkkkk the world…

Me being me, I set out to find more about this Kajraare thing. The ‘story’ if you will. According to a Wiki Page, it is a story about a lawyer who falls in love with a prostitute and how they find true love.

Hmm, looks like the girl is playing the part of the lawyer.



March 23, 2009 § 5 Comments

Empress(Em): Are you sure that this is the deadliest poison available? Deadlier than even Arsenic?

Poison maker(Pm): Yes, it is. It is venom extracted from episeryals(?) from the North and Black Scorpions from the South. It is extremely potent.

Em: Is there anything more poisonous than this?

Pm: Yes. There is.

Em: What is it?

Pm: The Human Heart.

[A dialogue from the Film : The Banquet]

I have loved

June 19, 2008 § 2 Comments

The other day I was sitting around with this laptop and a blazing fast internet connection and an empty mind. I had always wanted this(though the third one is always present 😀 ), a lappie and an Internet connection that would be “Wooppii” fast, but now that I had it there was nothing to do. It is during such moments that people have been known to renounce everything and head for the Himalayas. But not me. I did something that every self respecting wannabe intellectual does. I decided to reflect on my life. In a not so intellectual manner. Through movies. Now what does a movie have to do with self reflection? Nothing at all!! I just needed an opening for this post, so I made all this crap up 😀 I watched “Maine Pyar Kiya” the other day. It was the first movie that I ever watched as a kid. I believed it would be good to relive the memories. It was. I learnt a lot of things. Like:

  • If you want to be somebody’s special friend, you should present them with a cap which says “Friend”. Not only that, you should have an identical cap. Make it a point to wear the cap when the other person wears theirs.
  • Pigeons are good for things other than guttar guttar. They make excellent love letter carriers, shooting targets and life saviours. And yes, they have excellent memory and can do flashbacks also.
  • Ek Ladka aur Ladki sirf dost nahin ho sakte, Prem!!
  • Each stage of courting demands a song (phraandship, leetle more phraandship, flirting, love letter song, proposal, making out song, bichaddhne ka song, love ka announcement song, finally milne ka song). Thank God ki remixes weren’t a fad then 😛
  • No matter what kind of relationship the respective parents share, when it comes to lowu marriage, they is all “nahin chalega, nahin chalega”
  • Leaving home is the only way to get the girl of your dreams.
  • When the girl’s father comes to smack the living daylights out of you, all you have to do is kneel down in front of him and sing “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”. He will then soften up and ask you to prove yourself worthy of his daughter by earning Rs. 2000 in a month.
  • But what do you do when the lady you are after refuses to acknowledge you? Simple, you do this:


(stay till the end of the video…it’ll be worth your while 😀 )

  • And there is the customary fight, clearing of misunderstanding n stuff.
  • In the end, there is only boy, girl and pigeon.

Now that I have reflected on my life, what am I going to do about it?

You are right, I should get a pigeon.

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