The Verdict

My blog says Horror Stories and More....This is the 'more' side of my blog.Apparently I sat down today to write about this horor incident that happened with a friend of mine in his office some years back when I used to work there with him but halfway halfway down the blog looking out of the window my mood changed I realized that my  City looks different today.Not that bright and not that dim, my city looked pale and for a moment it seemed to match all the tension around due to the verdict.Then I thought of writing about the verdict and all the thoughts in my head...I couldn't figure out a better way to put it than the poem below...so read on...

"I woke up today and planned to blog
But found my city to be covered in Fog
Sat down to give my story a funny twist
But my City seemed like it was crying in the mist

Soon that I realized the day was for a verdict
of some indifference that went horribly wrong
And all those victims who had died and killed for a cause
which they never could make sense of

The faith was the killer here
and all the twisted stirring over and over
But my friends the people who have lost it all
Are the same innocent people have once stood tall

Like a wall we stood when were under fire
From the legions who came from far and near
Now the threat is from our very own
Who can slice your heart and cut your throat
For they don't even feel a slight remorse when they do
They are the same politicians that we all love

This is the time we stay strong
Whatever the verdict we stay calm
Cos brothers, we are of the same mother
and hope there is no difference here
Lets all look at how to make this city better
Cos I don't want to see my city shed another tear"




I am sure you know by now what an ametuer poet I am but I am sure you got the feel of what I wanted to convey and I hope you feel the same......

Headless Lady

This is the first story I am posting and fairly an old story I remember...
I was too small when I heard this story from my grandmother and my big cousins

My grandmother's house is in a remote village in the Palghat District of Kerala. Its a very green and a beautiful village and I am sure you would agree most of the villages are in Kerala like that if you had your chance to visit the 'Gods own country'

The grand old houses line up my village and these grand houses are really huge mouting up to three floors and with a lot of rooms in them(something close to the 'Amityville Horror house'- a bit smaller...)
So these houses line up most part of the vilage and then you have this shady bylanes which connect the village to another villages.This bylanes would most of the time be covered by tall walls of these houses on both the sides...walking these bylanes often would lead you to the outer forest filled with tamarind trees and mango trees covered around by a dense undergrowth of bushes and shrubs.This was a scary way but it was the most convenient to reach to the other villages.There was a another way too which was better and a clearer one and the one mostly preferred by the village folks but a lot longer than the bylane road.

The bylane by my house would be the one most preferred during the day time as this would end up at a place from where you can virtually reach all the villages and this route was the most often used shortcut by the village folks.But at night time when it gets pitch dark nobody would venture through this bylane even though you had a very powerful torches.....these torches were mainly used by the village folks at night during the walks to prevent them from stepping over a poisonous Viper or a resting Cobra in no mood to be disturbed.

I remember asking by Grandma over and over again ...why no normal person in their right sense(although i have seen sometimes inebriated fearless people walk the road).. took this road during night time for their journey as they would end up reaching their destination faster for which I never was told any good logical reason...I usually thought that this would be due to the fear of snakes ...but later on I heard a story from my Grandma which made enough sense why nobody dared to walk this road during night...

The story was ..during old days this road was a regular road  for people and travellers.During this period a young beautiful lady who was travelling through the road at night to the nearby village was attacked brutally by some bandits.I am sure everyone knows during the early years we did have Bandits and Robinhoods...and then these bandits took all they wanted from her and brutally killed her and chooped her head off...

The next day when the villagers found her body ..they say that her head rolled over to one side at some distance from her body and stared at them...the most scary stare ayone could ever see in their lifetime....
After that incident there has been numerous occassions of  villager's seeing a headless woman folowing them at night if they walk the bylane.Some of the luckier ones only hear somebody following them and dont even dare to turn around ..usually making a run for their lives.Most of the unfortunate souls have ended up with high fevers and wished they never had walked that road.

The story remains even today and these days too people still dont walk this bylane at night..Growing up, I recently visited my grandma's house after so many years and  saw people walking this bylane during the day but even today when the sun goes down nodoby dares to walk this road even when the moon is awful clear.......Guess the only person walking this bylane at night is .....u know who...

Horror and me

Hi Folks....I hope you all are well and safe....

I am from India and have spent my life mostly in Mumbai and its a good feeling to start my own horror blog.

I have spent most of my life growing up in Mumbai and have had my share of travel around the world...Been around India and when I was a kid spent 3 years of my childhod in Kerala..

Kerala is a beautiful place and sometimes with all the deep and dark beliefs.Thats exactly the place I started getting interested in the srtange occults,beliefs and superstitions.

I've been a very avid Horror reader from my childhood and I used to read these horror novels when my friends used to read  'Tin Tin' comics.I started with the Vampire stories and then found a deep respect for 'Druds' (Thats the word my memory recalls now) ...these druds are the ones who are the Super-vampires and who survive on the blood of vampires....that was the start.....
 I was a kid then and used to read this stuff(and all kinds of horror stuff) during the days and ask my Mom to stay awake in the night and keep talking to me when I slept...lol!!these books to scare the shit out of me...

Growing up  and during my travel  I have collected people's horror and spiritual experiences along the way and I have always found myself fascinated by some of them....Most of the people I talked to have been very genuine and very close to me in some way....So I have these strange stories that I know.... and I feel it would be great if I share it with the world here.....who knows some of you may have experienced the same....So watchout for my stories....some of them are definitely not for the faint hearted....:-|