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Momentary Life, Live It Like A King Size

General, Story Teller 22 Comments

Hello my fabulous readers. A very good day to you all. After a long time, I decided to pen down a horror story and so today I am a ghost writer. To begin with, my favorite disclaimer. This story is fictional. The characters in this story are fictional and it has nothing to do with the real world. This story is nothing but just my imagination. So just read and forget. and blah blah.

6 friends; Neeta, Suhana, Lavita, Sharad, Aman and Vicky, went to a cozy destination. All were very excited as they met after many years. But there was one more friend, Dhiraj,  who had recently died due to illness. So they had to leave that emotion behind and decided not to stress themselves and enjoy this vacation. After visiting nearby sightseeings, they all decide to go back to the hotel, by walking. But the driver was requesting them not to walk. Because he had just heard about Diraj’s death. and he was a little superstitious. Still the friends decided to walk.

After walking for a few minutes, there was silence. One of them took Dhiraj’s name. Upon taking his name, one-by-one starting recollecting all memories attached with Dhiraj. But Neeta started talking negatively about him. Neeta claimed that Dhiraj was not at all a good guy and she is very happy about his death. Others were not so happy with the remarks given by this girl. Neeta didn’t go into detail and they all continued to walk. They reached the hotel room. All were upset and continuously thinking about Neeta’s remark.

Neeta, upon reaching her room, took a quick shower and decided to watch TV. She opened the drawer for the TV’s remote control. In that drawer, there was one envelope, with her name written on it. When she opened the envelope, there was blank paper. She was confused. “What’s this? Why is my name written on it? And why is this blank?”. She kept on thinking about it. She didn’t have a peaceful sleep.

Next day, Neeta was thinking whether to share this incident with her friends or not. Since Neeta had already spread negativity last night, and hence she didn’t want to spoil her friend’s mood again. She decided not to share things. But Aman came shouting at her. Neeta was clueless. After sometime, Vicky also came shouting at her. Upon asking they said that Neeta knocked the door, middle of the night, left one envelope on the door. The envelope had their name, with a note saying “From, Neeta”. 

“I have not done that? Why would I do that? And even if I pranked, why would I write my own name? What kind of prank is this? Then, what did you do after receiving this envelope?”, asked Neeta.
“I came to your room, I knocked on the door many times. Even called you. But you neither opened the door nor you picked up the call”, said Vicky.
Neeta –  “No phone calls from you dear. Please stop this nonsense. And I was awake almost the whole night. No sign of knocking the door. You must have knocked someone else’s door.”
Vicky – “This is your number, right? check your phone”.
Neeta – “See, no calls. Aman, what did you do after receiving the envelope?”
Aman – “What an idiot you are Neeta, I came to your room. I was in your room the whole night. Infact In morning, I left your room. We had a chat about Dhiraj. You told me the whole truth about Dhiraj.”

Neeta was perplexed. She didn’t understand what was going on.
Neeta – “Aman. What rubbish Aman. I was alone in my room. And you were not around. In fact I too received an envelope. But it was in drawver. But my note is empty. I decided not to discuss this with you all because yesterday I had spoken enough. I didn’t want to spoil this trip. I seriously don’t know what’s going on. I didn’t write any letters to you. I didn’t knock on your door. My door was not knocked. I didn’t get Vicky’s call and I was not with you, Aman. What’s going on?”

They all were silenced. Sharad suggested a handwriting match. But it was typewritten.
Neeta – “See, this is typewritten. Where the hell will I find a computer or typewriter to write this nonsense?”

After all this mess, they decided to leave the matter and go sightseeing. All were waiting in the lobby. But Suhana was late. She said she will take some time because her stomach is upset. Lavita decided to stay with Suhana. and the rest all went to play indoor games. After some time, Lavita came crying.
Lavita – “Where is suhana? I was in her room. She was in the bathroom. So I didn’t disturb her. But she took too long. I went to check on her. When I knocked on the bathroom door, she didn’t respond. Upon knocking and pushing the door hard, the door opened. But no one was inside. Where is Suhana? She is not in her room. She is not in the bathroom. “

Everyone rushed to Suhana’s room. She was not there. They all checked the hotel. Tried her cell phone. but she didn’t pick. No sign of Suhana. Police were called to check the whole hotel. Now, it is more than 24 hrs. No sign of Suhana. She is still missing. All friends were in the lobby, waiting and trying her cell phone. Next day, Suhana shows up for breakfast. They all panicked.

Suhana – “What happened? Why are you asking such questions? You all forgot kya? We had a night stay at that campfire? Morning 5am we all came back.”
Lavita = “We all? Who we all? We all were here in the hotel. Didn’t went anywhere. We all were searching for you. Even filed a complaint in the police station. With whom did you go to campfire?”
Suhana – “What rubbish? of course you all were there. Ask the driver.”

Police did a detailed investigation. Suhana kept on saying that they all were at a campfire and came back in the morning, 5am. Even the driver confirmed the same. But all other friends were denying it. Police went to the campfire site and they said, no one came except one girl with her driver. Suhana was in shock. but instead of the driver, they pointed at Sharad and said, “Suhana was here with her driver Sharad”.

How come Sharad will be at 2 places at the same time? Everyone was scared as shit. Even the Police were confused now what to do. No one’s statement was matching with the other’s. They all were scared as hell and decided to come back to their hometown.

On the day of checkout, Aman got a phone call from the police. Police said they have found Sharad’s body. Aman was scared as hell. Because Sharad was right in front of him. If Sharad is dead, then who is this boy in front of him? And  if he is alive then whose body did the police find? Aman ran from the room. Sharad was confused and he too started running behind him. Aman shouting like hell. All the other friends came out of the room. Aman explained what happened in the room. Sharad started laughing.
Sharad – “You idiot. I am alive and I am not a ghost. Police must have found someone else’s body. Or the police must have dialed the wrong number. Let’s all go to the police station and check.”

They all went to the police station. The police were shocked to see Sharad alive. and they all were shocked to see Sharad’s look-a-like dead body. As if Sharad had a twin brother. Police and friends were clueless. “Is this real?”.Many questions were unanswered. Police decided to check everything from the start. They were told each and everything in detail but got nothing in hand.

Main Plot:
Dhiraj and Neeta were caring and Neeta was serious about the relationship. She wanted marriage. But Dhiraj denied and they had a breakup. Neeta was very angry at him. But their relationship was private. and hence nobody knew about their affair. Neeta wanted to tell this to everyone but soon Dhiraj died due to illness. Now, even if Neeta tells everyone about their relationship, nobody will believe her. Day and night, Neeta became more upset and she wanted peace. When on vacation, Neeta tried to tell everyone but her fear came true and nobody believed her. And soon a series of incidents happened.

If this is Dhiraj’s soul then why is he harassing Neeta? Actually, Dhiraj didn’t wanted to harass Neeta. He just wanted to communicate with her and wanted to tell her that he is a good guy. He didn’t marry her just because he knew that he would die soon. But Aman knew about Dhiraj’s health condition and also about the relationship with Neeta. And hence Dhiraj decided to communicate with Aman so that through Aman, Neeta’s all questions will get answered. So was the envelope scene. That night, Aman had actually gone to Neeta’s room and they had a discussion the whole night. But Aman played here. Aman didn’t say anything good about Dhiraj. In fact, Aman lied and in that he won Neeta’s attention. Dhiraj was scattered to see this. And hence he played the envelope game with Vicky as well. Just to scare Aman, Vicky and Neeta. Neeta, on the other hand, lied the next day and said that she was alone in the room and was awake the whole night.

After the Night scene with Neeta, when Aman left her room in the morning, he got caught by Suhana. But Suhana chose to keep quiet about the new relationship with Neeta. Dhiraj was mad like hell. He decided to teach her a lesson. So the next day Suhana went to a campfire with everyone. But everyone was at the hotel. and in Campfire’s management eyesight only Suhan and Sharad were there. Suhana will never get her answer with whom she went to campfire? Why all are denying, etc.

After coming out from Neeta’s room, and after getting caught by Suhana, Aman went to Sharad’s room. Aman grossly talks about Neeta. He revealed everything to him. To which Sharad also decided to play dirty with Neeta.  Dhiraj cried in hell. Neeta was not at all in safe hands. So he created an image of Sharad’s dead body. Now, Sharad has many questions. “Whose dead body was that? Who went to a campfire with Suhana? etc”.

After all the investigation, everyone found it a little weird. But Neeta understood about this paranormal activity. She went to her room, sat quietly and thought of Dhiraj. She understood each and every play. She felt very bad for Lavita and Vicky, because they had to go through this unnecessarily. Still Neeta has few complaints. When Dhiraj loved her so much then why didn’t he tell her the truth about his illness. If Dhiraj wanted the relationship to be private, Neeta would have kept it private and she would have agreed to all his terms and conditions. If Dhiraj would have spoken truth to Neeta beforehand, then Neeta would have not fallen for Aman and spoil her future and also Lavita and Vicky would be stress free.

Life is short. Keep it simple. If you know your future, at least inform your loved ones. So that you enjoy every moment with them. Don’t depend on a third person to do that. You never know who and when the person will change. Do your best in that moment, and God will do the rest.  

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The Two Sides Of Coin
Tortoise Earning Rabbit Spending
Love Is Adjacent
The Comfort Zone
A Promise Not To Fake Promise

The Two Sides Of Coin

General, Story Teller 11 Comments

Hi all. I have come up again with yet another story. But I think, this one will be a different from the rest because in this I am not giving any moral or so-called lecture. But still I have to write disclaimer that this is purely my imagination and it is neither copied from other website nor related to real characters. And yes, my favorite line i.e. don’t sue me for this and blah blah.

In this story, there are two characters. Both of them have same name, Khushi. One is Ms. Khushi and other one is Mrs. Khushi. Both share the birthday and birth year. Their hobbies are also same. Surprisingly both holds the same degree. But one lives in Mumbai city and is unmarried  and other lives in a developed village and married. Developed village means all facilities are there but not as Mumbai city like its night life, food around every corner, easy travelling, etc.

Lets kick off with Ms. Khushi from Mumbai City:
Khushi as the name suggest happiness. The same way Ms. Khushi is optimistic in her life. She likes clubbing, roaming, enjoying life every bit and she has lots of friends. She was not a kitchen person. She hated to be in kitchen and in house. She was transparent about what she wanted in her life i.e. happiness from exploring places and parties with friends and relatives. What she was missing is boyfriend or true love. She had boyfriend in her past but she wanted a commitment. And hence, the search for a true love was going on. Along with that she was trying very hard to get into one company. She got rejected from that company many times, but she always tried to get there. And finally, she cracked the interview and got the job. She was amused, that she gave a lavish party to everyone. In that Party, she found one. That guy was working in the same company. After few months, they both got married. Now, both the Khushi(s) are Mrs. Khushi. Now the real life started after marriage. As I mention earlier that she was not the kitchen person. Her husband expected cooking from her, expected clean house. Even though her husband threw parties but he expected at least one dish made by her. Khushi could not able to handle both the professional and personal life and she was irregular to work. So obviously, she got warning from her office. The blame game began now. Her perseverance didn’t paid off. She decided to concentrate more on office life, and started doing clubs and parties with her friends. Her husband didn’t like this and decided to part his ways from her. Even Khushi agreed and she became Ms. Khushi again. But in all this mess, she was weary to work, she was powerless to club , distressed of parties. Even though she liked this, she wanted peace and wanted to relax. She was fazed by what she went through. So one day she went to this developed village, where one of her friend stay. And of course, our second Mrs. Khushi also stays in this village. She was so impressed by this village, its cleanliness, time-to-time routine. She decided to leave Mumbai city and settled there. She re-married and became Mrs. Khushi again.

Now lets see what second Khushi i.e. Mrs. Khushi doing in this developed village:
Mrs. Khushi, our original character from developed village. Mrs. Khushi is also glad with her life. Time-to-time routine, no late workings, Stills enjoys with her friends and relatives without clubbing and parties. But this Mrs. Khushi, loves to be in kitchen. She makes different foods every time. She loves to keep her house clean. And she too was clear with her life i.e. she wanted simple, no-hectic , no-problem life. But Yes, even though she was married, she was missing true love from her husband. She tired all possible ways to make him charmed, but her husband never notice her. Hence, she too was trying to get job of chef, since she was excellent in cooking, so that she can divert her mind from all this things. And yes, she got one. Her job life was pretty good. In promotion, she shifted to Mumbai. Even her husband came along with her. Mrs. Khushi was surprise to see Mumbai life. The late workings, the clubbing, etc. She was surprise to see that Mumbai never sleeps. and no one bother other. Everyone is in their own world. Mrs. Khushi started liking Mumbai a lot but her husband showed apathy because he was use to with his time-to-time routine. Things didn’t work out with them  and they decided to part their ways. Her husband came back to village but Khushi stayed. Now, Mrs. Khushi is Ms. Khushi. Staying in Mumbai, Ms. Khushi started doing parties and clubbing. She got many true love but she never committed to them. She started looking marriage through blue glasses. Ms. Khushi wants to be independent women in her whole life now.

So every coin has two sides. One gave chance to her broken marriage and re-married again, without any fear of divorce. Where as, the second one  was little fear to settle down. Both are right in their ways, as both are financially independent. As, we flip up the coin and wait for head or tail side, like ways our life too flips every second and every moment. We should never wait for head or tail side. Go with the flow, the solution is always with you, without fear.

Did I lectured again? Oh! My Bad. Hope you like my story. Do comment. 

Tortoise Earning Rabbit Spending

General, Story Teller 7 Comments

Hi all. Yes, It’s story time. Here I am with yet another story. It seems like a lifetime that I have not been in the character of a script writer. So here I am to illustrate this tale to you. I have already written one horror based story and one love based story. Do check them out. So this time, I will write something about “struggle”. So here it goes.

To start with, disclaimer. This is NOT at all a true story. I have NOT copied the content. This is purely my imagination and hence please don’t try to sue me for this. I have nothing. I’m poor. and blah blah.

So here it goes, like a nursery tale. Once upon a time, there lived a girl. Let’s name her “Alia”. She was born in a well-to-do family. Though her parents had enough money to full-fill her wish, they still didn’t do it. Because they wanted to teach Alia the importance of money, the importance of earning and the importance of what actually you need in life.  Hence Alia got only those things very easily which were useful and needy. Like other kids, she too demanded an iPhone but her parents gave her a normal android mobile and told her to earn and get all the big things by her earnings. So in this way, Alia was not so happy because she always got a lower version of what she demanded.

Days passed by, Alia is educated now and she wants to study further, but abroad. Her parents were not so keen to send her aboard. They wanted her to stay in her home town only. The anger and argument in the house made her parents take admission in her favourite college, abroad.  Alia finally went to pursue her higher education. But she was not ready to support her own expenses. i.e. she was not ready to take the part time job in hand. That time, her parents refused to send her more money. Days passed by, and now Alia was forced to do one job in order to support her education. All her friends were rich enough to party and study. This made Alia feel like a poor girl in front of her friends. In anger, Alia decided not to come back to her hometown. But now she is comfortable doing jobs. And hence after education, she got a proper job. And here the lessons of earning starts.

Alia’s biggest dream was to become so rich to full-fill all her wishes in a few seconds. And her second dream was to open a pub. But she has to “save” money for this. Alia was carefree in her world, that she never cared for her expenses. Whatever she earned, she wasted it like water. And hence achieving her dreams was way far off. So, finally Alia had to give up her easy-going life and started saving money.

Days were good at the start. But one day, her friend requested some money to start a business. Since Alia had gone through this, she decided to help her friend. But the business never went into profit and hence Alia never got her money back. This made Alia buckle up her shoe and work extra time in the office. Working extra time affected her health and she was advised for a complete bed rest. She had spent a lot of money on medication. Few months in bed, and no scope of earning more, all her savings were lost. As a matter of fact, she had to start all over again.

Few months passed, and she changed her job for a better package. Since it was a new job and she just recovered, hence her parents decided to stay with her. At first, she was happy because she didn’t have to look after the house and food. All that work was done by her parents. She concentrated only on work. But after a few months, her dad reached retirement age. So, she had to look after her dad. Now financially, she had to look after 3 people, along with house rent and other stuff. Saving for her dream was a little slow. She started fighting over finance. Started blaming her parents, that even though they had money they didn’t help her. But her parents were very firm and said, “That is my money. I have earned it. I have helped you enough and now it’s your turn to earn. Those money are for my retirement and for my emergencies. You have your whole life ahead. You can still earn well. I can give you a little bit of my money but not all. Rest all money you have to earn it”. Such a statement from her dad, made her pissed off. Her parents returned to hometown. Because her daughter was unable to bear the expenses. But after reaching home, her dad did help her financially, but partially.

Days went on, Alia was still struggling to save money. Now she is married and both husband and wife are very ambitious. They both worked hard and saved a lot of money. Finally one day Alia opened her pub. But this happened because of her husband’s income too. Her husband’s wish was to open his own office and that too was executed only when he married Alia. Both realized that earning is not at all simple. Earning was slow and spending was quick. Alia realized that even though her parents were not ambitious yet both earned just to fulfill her dreams. Just to give her comfort. Alia’s parents’ background was poor and they had to take care of everyone in the house. and financially it went well because of her father getting married to a working woman. Her parents didn’t get a chance to live their life in order to earn money for everyone. Yet her parents were happy.

Alia bought a new house too and called her parents back. Not only that, she opened a small business for her parents. Alia understood the concept of earning hard and now is very helpful to parents that they have given only the comfort she wants, not the palace.

The only conclusion from this story is work hard, live your dream, and don’t fall for some obstacles. We earn like a tortoise and spend like a rabbit but remember that rabbit slept and hence tortoise won. What if the rabbit didn’t sleep? Was it possible for tortoise to win the race? Here in my story, Alia got married to one ambitious person just to make that rabbit sleep. I know, this is selfishness but  even the man wanted this. Both are happily married and both not only won the race, but also participated in a new race. So, this is selfishness but in a positive way.

Hope you liked my story. And yes I know that an iPhone is an iPhone but android is not that bad. You can opt for it. Stop crying for iPhone.