;-)

"Hotel Bhoot Palace"

This could be completely BS!!!

It's probably only hearsay...but definitely interesting, and since it involves one of the best hotels in Asia, it's got more to it than a mere crowd-pleasing tale. I heard it from a group of friends who claim they heard it from people who work with the hotel.

A few years ago, a particularly rotten stench enveloped the hotel and it grew stronger day by day. After a lot of complaints from the guests, the management was forced to investigate the by-now overpowering odour and finally zeroed down onto the elevator section. Since the smell was the strongest at the bottom of the lift, they removed the compartment to check below.

And what do they find, but a horribly decomposed human body!!!

After further inquiries, it turned out to be the body of one of the workers who seemed to be missing from a few weeks. People claim that he was last seen entering one of the restaurants in the hotel. Within a few weeks, the hotel management had to deal with one more dead body and soon there-after a third. With growing anxiety and worried over the probability of news of 3 dead bodies leaking out to the media, the hotel management started getting some expert opinions from the police top brass as well as private detectives, but to no avail.

With growing unpleasantness among the employees and restaurant patrons who started getting wind of this matter,the management had to shell out quite a sum to keep the matter under wraps. Soon thereafter, an extremely high profile monk had a stay in this hotel and the hotel top management decided to confide in him their predicament. The monk informed them that he would not be the right person to deal with this type of a situation, but he definitely knew someone who can help them.

As per his suggestion the management got this particular lady, who seemed to have had an extremely good impression on the monk, to come over to the hotel. She surveyed all the places and immediately as she entered a particular restaurant, she exclaimed, "This place is so hot. There's something in this place." She probed further into the 3 previous deaths and using her knowledge of the paranormal came to the conclusion that from 11pm till 2:30am (timings could be wrong), no one should enter that particular place - a restaurant inside the premises.

According to some people, immediately at the clock's announcement of the mentioned hour, guards lock the restaurant and NO ONE is allowed even to be present near the place. They maintain the security of that place with the utmost precautions.

The deaths/killings have stopped since then. No more untoward activities have been noted anymore.

Atleast not untill now!!!

I Yam what I Yam!!!

Why do I have the best time with people who do not expect me to treat them in any special way? And why is it that everytime, someone expects me to treat him/her with special attention, I do not care two hoots for them? Why is a conversation so interesting, when the other person is not hoping for you to say the right words? It feels so good to talk to someone who listens to what I say, rather than what they expect me to say...

Why do I feel hateful towards every person who wants me to make him/her feel nice? Why should I treat someone well just because they think I should? Is it too difficult for people to accept that I'm not the person, they think I am?

Day with the white demon God...

On my way to the land of the white clothed demons, I had no idea what lay in store for me. After offering the requisite payments, I was led to the cave and asked to remove my clothes. Surprising??? No sire!!! Most of the sacrificial ceremonies require certain customs & I merely followed. The evil henchmen at the opening of the cave gave me a blue ceremonial robe to cover myself. Once I got that on, I strolled into the cave, where a huge white monster with no eyes, no ears and no nose, but a white gaping mouth was relaxing under the yellow sun. Didn’t seem to have any brains as well, but you never know; most of these white monsters do have their cerebral chips embedded somewhere deep within them. I was asked to lie down on a platform and position myself at the mouth of the white demon God. A few of his evil henchmen took turns to align my body with the gaping wide mouth (I believe he didn’t have any motor movements on his mouth to align himself or maybe he was just plain lazy).

As I lay within the jaws of death, my thoughts glided around that fateful evening, when after contemplating a lot on whether I should get out of my chair and out of the house for a jog, I buckled down to the pressure of a fitness regime and stepped out on the road in my new Reebok DMX. A few paces more than a kilometre and I regretted that decision. Clutching my back, I made my way home and lied down on the bed, to find out that, I’m not able to get up. Got Slipped Disc!!!

Anyway, after a frustrating 45 mins, during which the white no-fang monster had sucked out all my energy and patience, I finally got off the platform, all in one-piece. The demon God doesn’t believe in mutilating its victims.

And I was done with my MRI scan!!!