Since I remember I was always afraid of horror movies or stories. But as my gang (read friends) was so fond of them I had no choice but ended watching or hearing horror stories. They wud rent a movie (famous ramsay movies) for which we had to put in our share and I wud watch the movie covering my eyes and peeping between my fingers. My friends often made fun of me saying it’s not a ghost its all plastic, its all made, its makeup. “Yeah Right”. That night I wud trouble my mom to the core, I wud hold my mom tight and sleep, still no go, I wud make her face me and sleep still no go, finally I wus say “Mama pls look at me and sleep” her reply “I can either look at u or sleep” “Mama pls for sometime” “ U gals during the day u watch those stupid movies and in the night u trouble me” The fear wud remain with me for few days so much that, I wud hesitate to move alone from one room to another. This didn’t end there, when we went for school/college camps if anyone wud start with a horror story, my walkman was always a rescue. (phew thank u god for inventing walkman). Later for exams/projects if had to sit late, I wud go to my mom with those typical scared puppy look and mom wud say “This is too much now” still wud some how convince her to be awake with me while I completed my task, if in between she starts dozing or tried to catch a wink, “ Mama pls .. I am getting scared” She hated my exams/project more than me … (Sorry Mama for all the trouble  ... Luv u Loads)

It was my 1^st office outing to a close by hill station; it was a nice decent bungalow surrounded by trees and greenery. We had a great evening and we were thru with our dinner. And as always, some1 started a horror story (Didn’t carry my walkman, Now how am I suppose to know that working ppl aren’t mature enuff and wud start something like this) “No horror stuff ok” They laughed at me, but just wudnt stop and the story was like ... Some friends just like us had gone for a picnic to a bungalow, it was night, it was dark outside, they heard a female singing faraway, just when they stepped out of the bungalow to search were the voice was coming from, they had a power cut. Suddenly Boom!! Lights went off, we had a power cut .. I cudnt see anyone, pitch dark. There were no candles, mobile phones then were too dim, 1 guy from the group found a small lantern, we asked him to light it asap. He kept trying but the matchstick just refused to burn. I yelled at him saying “Everyday when u fag this burns easily, now what’s happening?” I started panicking. Cud hear all weird sounds of wind, trees and a dog barking, I started crying and praying. My colleagues arnd me got scared too. “Chill, we’ll go to a shop a fetch some candles” “No one is stepping out of this place” I cried more loudly “Why did u start a story like this, U think it’s a joke. Lets go home right away, Yes, I wanna go home now  ... now. Pls take me home. Mama..” “If you want we’ll go home right now but to pack our things we need candles” “Is ur stuff imp or life” They tried hard to convince me, no go. We were all set to leave and then …. Light was back. Phew what a relief. Still I didn’t wanna wait at that place for a minute, I made the entire gang leave that place and we all headed back home. Back at work, everyone made fun of me. Ppl still remember me for that incident. My sis still teases me and says remember “Mama look at me and sleep”

My recent horror story exp was with aditya das menon... dude I was reading that blog at somewhere past midnight and u really scared me. Pls dun do that again.

Hehehe .. thats me