Pup the 'P'

Yes, this is gonna be the most horrifying blog u wud ever read....Yes, as I said this one wud make you shiver (even if not in fear)....

The incidents here are purely real. Resemblance of any event, dead or real to anyone is not coincidental but factual. I'd not be responsible if anyone sentiments are hurt.

It was just another horrifying day (as any day if u r in her class u'd feel horrifying) when puppy started another of her incomparable performances (no she's no dancer, i wonder how would she seem doing that..imagine puppy doing bharatnatyam....no no..she's a lecturer...she has done phd on something you'll soon figure out..

"Enveeraanment!" she exclaimed "Today we are going to dishcush on waatar pollujun," she continued, "The aaspect of waater pollujun," and all of a sudden she caught a glimpse of Y-ji, who was busy sleeping in her class. "Haaan bhaai Y. Aap claas me he naa?" Y looked up from his bench cleaning his spectacles and brushing his eyes. "Yes madam," he replied.
"Jab aap claas me ho to yaad rakho tum mere liye. Hummmm!! Main tumhare liye. Hummmm! Aur hum dono ke beech koi teesra nahi aana chahiye," she declared with a sense of pride.
Mota beta who was unable to follow what she said due to linguistic problem understood she meant something serious.
The following night Mota beta explained to haddus (who also couldn't follow her dialogue) what actually puppy meant to say. He told " She told Y ji that when you are in class, you see mine. Hummmm. I'll see yours Hummmmm and no one else should see ours." [:D]

Well this is not the only thing she did that horrified us. In one of her another usual lectues, she found T-fairy( a student) sleeping on her opened book. And do u know what she said???

"Haan bhai _____ ab tak to aap khol ke baith gayi hongi."


I know you want to know more but actually if we start describing this creature our campus magzine will fall short of pages. It will lose its balance. Speaking of balance I remember once she was explaining how balance is maintained in nature. Can you imagine how the 'balance in nature' is maintained??
If you are thinking of some crap definitions like it is the balance in atmosphere or something or if u r thinking that it is the balance between O2 and CO2 let me tell you are talking all bullshit.
These are all book-worms definitions something u cram and vomit in exams but the definition vomited by her was something no one would have ever tried to cram.
Guessing???
She declared it in the technical form as she always does, (after all she has done phd). She said, "The balance should be maintained in a balanced manner."

I knew you'd be horrified after this. After all you would have never learnt this definition in some ordinary engineering college.

Well enough of this for now, I know you are stamping on ur feet but cant help. Creatues are like this were once believed to be cryptids (for those who don;t know, cryptids are creatures whose existence remain a question like vampires, mermaids etc.) but recently we discovered one and so we hope the horror continues......

The three questions

(The story is of the time when people hardly used to have telephones and communicated via writing letters)

It was one of the the darkest nights no moon was there up on the sky.

Mr. Mark was standing along with his friend, Paul as the gypsy took them in his room.

The room with the only source of light as a few candles, sacrificing their wax to illuminate the room.

"Here, sit over here. So you want to see ghosts eh?" the gypsy said with all the hoarsness his voice could bear. He began chanting some verses as the candles blew off one by one on their own except one which was just in front of the gypsy. "I'll answer any three of your questions, "a voice said from gypsy's body; a voice which was completlely unmatching of that of the gypsy's.

Mr. Mark had little faith on exorcism and was obviously not convinced that there was some spirit inside the gypsy speaking all this. "Umm..ok tell me what's my birthdate?" "15th March," the voice replied. Mark almost smiled on the answer, "So you collected pretty much information about me beforehand, didn't you? Guess you do your homework well." The voice gave out a shrill laugh at this reply. "Ok, reply me one more question. We have our relatives at Orlando who used to write us every two weeks but we didn't had a response since last month. What's the cause for this?" Mark asked. "Their son is suffering from a fatal disease and they are trying to figure out the disease. Because of his unhealthy condition they remain concerned for him and were unable to write you." "Huh! uh..tell me when am I going to die?" Mark said with a feeling of pride that this question would definitely remain unanswered. "On the day you receive the letter 21st july night 9 hours 16 minutes." The gypsy's torso shook as if shivering intensely and eventually stopped. "Did you get answers to your question?" the gypsy asked in his normal tone. "All fake! Rubbish! Bullshit!!! I'm gonna die in a week?? Huh! You have opened a buisness to fool and rob people," Mark almost screamed out throwing the gypsy's charge on his face as he walked out.

21st july- "We have a letter," Mark's wife exclaimed as she brought the letter, "It's from Sawyer, the one from Orlando, you know na. Here read this aloud, so that I would understand the content," she continued handling the letter to Mark.

"We feel sorry that w couldn't inform you about Steven. He is very sick and perhaps counting his last breaths. He wants to meet you all for one last time." Mark read aloud. He skipped a heartbeat as he did so. His hand trembled as the letter fell down from his hand. Sweat started to cover up his forehead and his heart began throbbing faster. He somehow managed to sit on his chair. "W..Wa..Water", he demanded, his voice almost choking.
His wife ran inside and brought a glass of water. She believed that it was the news which was showing this effect but the real reason was in Mark's mind. Still unable to recollect himself thoughts started creeping in his mind, 'I'm gonna die.' He wanted to speak this out to his wife but his tongue seemed to have been frozen. His wife continued to fan him and shouted to her son to call on the doctor.
He was carried to the hospital . Somehow trying to gather himself he told the entire incident to her. "This is a mere coincidence. Nothing's going to happen to you," she tried to assure him but in vain. He soon lost his consciousness. Doctors took the lady out and began doing some check-ups on Mark.

9:14p.m. - "We are happy to tell you Mrs. Mark he has regained his consciousness. You can meet him now. His heartbeat is back to normal." The doctors led Mark's wife in. "See you are perfectly fine. I told you so," his wife said. "What's the time?" he queried. "It's 9..oh what why are you? Oh! Doctor please see, Doctor! Doctor!!!" she shouted.