Haunted Naked
Its 5 AM, Saturday morning. The temperature lingering in the early teens. I have my thick winter coat pulled over me as I walk across the empty parking lot of the University. Its one of those moments where you get up at 4 AM and feel the urge to hit the books and your bedroom does not provide the ideal setting. Somehow the study room at the University beckons.
I swing my bag over my shoulders and tuck my hands in the pockets of the winter coat as I cross the road. I can hear my footsteps, a faint slushing sound masked by the snow on the ground. Opening the door to the University building seems to create a sound which disturbs the perfect silence of the night. The hallways feel eerie. This is the same place that I walk in two days of the week and its bustling with students. Different colors, different people. Now, it feels like walking into an empty church. Silent, but full of energy. As I walk through the hallways, passing by many a classroom, I wonder the amount of knowledge these walls might have taken in. Every square is the alma mater of tomorrows Steve Jobs or an Indra Nooyi. But now, so silent.
I make my way into the study room and lay out the books. And I have soon forgotten about my surroundings and have my nose buried in some geeky literature. This is when a slight movement catches the corner of my eye. I look up and notice a human figure having walked past the door and turned into the hallway. My eyes follow her. And I notice she is wearing a loose pink top. And thats the only piece of clothing she has on. The light in the hallway throws out the outline of her body through the clothing. Brown hair, pink shirt and one of those perfect figures. Thats all I get to see as she sashays down the hallway, her back towards me. My eyes follow her all the way till she turns the corner and I go back to my books, ever so sure about my belief - weird is normal.
A minute passes by and she reappears, this time walking in the opposite direction. Down the hallway. I see her face. Somehow beautiful doesn't seem to do justice. I shouldn't stare, but I do. She must be 20, or 21, or older, I cant make out. She notices me as she gets closer and smiles. I smile back.
"Hitting the books on a Saturday morning? Those got to be tough times!", she says.
"Nah. Only a shirt and nothing else to wear in the middle of winter, those are tough times", I reply.
She laughs. Its the regular girly laugh. "You shouldn't be complaining", she says, and walks on.
I have seen weird things during college life. But nothing like this.
Perhaps the University is haunted. Or perhaps I missed a quickie. I wouldn't know. But I sure know where I'll be 5 AM this coming Saturday.
I swing my bag over my shoulders and tuck my hands in the pockets of the winter coat as I cross the road. I can hear my footsteps, a faint slushing sound masked by the snow on the ground. Opening the door to the University building seems to create a sound which disturbs the perfect silence of the night. The hallways feel eerie. This is the same place that I walk in two days of the week and its bustling with students. Different colors, different people. Now, it feels like walking into an empty church. Silent, but full of energy. As I walk through the hallways, passing by many a classroom, I wonder the amount of knowledge these walls might have taken in. Every square is the alma mater of tomorrows Steve Jobs or an Indra Nooyi. But now, so silent.
I make my way into the study room and lay out the books. And I have soon forgotten about my surroundings and have my nose buried in some geeky literature. This is when a slight movement catches the corner of my eye. I look up and notice a human figure having walked past the door and turned into the hallway. My eyes follow her. And I notice she is wearing a loose pink top. And thats the only piece of clothing she has on. The light in the hallway throws out the outline of her body through the clothing. Brown hair, pink shirt and one of those perfect figures. Thats all I get to see as she sashays down the hallway, her back towards me. My eyes follow her all the way till she turns the corner and I go back to my books, ever so sure about my belief - weird is normal.
A minute passes by and she reappears, this time walking in the opposite direction. Down the hallway. I see her face. Somehow beautiful doesn't seem to do justice. I shouldn't stare, but I do. She must be 20, or 21, or older, I cant make out. She notices me as she gets closer and smiles. I smile back.
"Hitting the books on a Saturday morning? Those got to be tough times!", she says.
"Nah. Only a shirt and nothing else to wear in the middle of winter, those are tough times", I reply.
She laughs. Its the regular girly laugh. "You shouldn't be complaining", she says, and walks on.
I have seen weird things during college life. But nothing like this.
Perhaps the University is haunted. Or perhaps I missed a quickie. I wouldn't know. But I sure know where I'll be 5 AM this coming Saturday.
Labels: paranormal, talk, university
38 Comments:
Hmmm. I'd like to have seen that. BTW you've been linked on my blog. Really the only reason I asked for your address was to increase the content in my page. :P
I don't buy this... this is nothing but the after effect of your bartending thing on snowy day speaking.... you just want yourself to be motivated to study... and just made this imaginary story up... of this blue eyed blonde/brown hair .. in petty pink (I should say trashy pink!) top who shares a girlie laugh at your poor joke. This is a pathetic trick to bring yourself to library.
Apoorva, you are past the age... you are what ...must be 20, or 21, or older. Its not the time for you to have imaginary friends, Okay.
Go a see a counselor for having such hallucination.
Sooo.... you can wake up early on holidays too...
Comeon! Who is going to believe you on this one?!! And she's underaged at that - for you atleast! :)
damn!! you missed a quickie with the haunted
P.S: And I meant Psychiatric Counselor.
#Megha: Yes, you should have seen that. My guess is it prolly was a dare.
#Neetal: I always had imaginary friends, since I was a kid. Even my parents liked them more than they liked me.
#Searching: You wanna camp out next Saturday with me? The Michigan trip offer is still on :P And come on... I can always hold Tom Cruise as my idol.
#Abhi: I have already done Bird!
Again, my friend.. your stories not sale-able ...if it were...I am very sure auntie tried her best to "Jhaadhhufy" them away... or she must have hired an Exorcist to drive that Pink Evil away.... Unko kiya pata... that it still hasn't been cured and those pink dreams still haunt you.
I kinda got the hint ..over your weirdness, when I had first talked to you... now my doubt is confirmed. Apoorva is possessed.
Hai Ram & Hey Bhagwan ! aur koi nahin.. par that ugly pink lady.
God! People these days ... kya kya hojata hai unko...
Now I better stay from you... you are one of those... who has a thing ... for the pink :P (Ewwee! so typical and so much disappointing! you could have imagined something better or interesting ! )
So what you're saying is on next Saturday morning you'd be busy having a quickie with a ghost, while I'll be cleaning your house? Such an exciting proposition! Can't believe how lucky I am! Pls, do go ahead and send me that round trip ticket..
:P :P
P.S Tom Cruise has got the looks, he can get away with almost anything :)
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what is the moral of the story?
Iyer: The moral of the story is concluded as, ...Stay away from Apoorva. He is possessed by an imaginary, characterless, shameless Pink Lady Ghost.
And since you are married man (I found out from your blog) you don't want to mess around with any wrong ideas for yourself... or else it might come and haunt you too. And your Biwi might not be too thrilled about this pink thriller !
apoo: look what your post has done.. you see pink lady ghosts in library and i see i can see clean arabic people on your blog(Neet-Al)
okay bad joke :)
@Iyer Education: hahahaha.=) That was not That bad Mr. Ayayayo.
It was Pa('THA')tic ! =) with the extra Tha ;)
But I forgive you, at least you didn't spell or pronounced my name as Nee(Thal)! So Thank you very much for that !
P. S : Iyer & Apoorva you guys have been tagged =) on my blog... do it if you'd like and offcourse if you guys have time !
no pressure !
#Neetal: Thanks.
#Searching: I tell ya... Tom is lucky he got to Katie before I did. And then, its sense of humor, I was told :P
#Iyer: Some stories have no morals. Just sad endings! :(
PS: I see dead people!
apoo: so what part of the story was sad?
a. do you see ghosts?
or
b.you missed a quickie?
i am missing a point here...
neetal: I know the H in gujju names is only ornamental... so i would definitely miss the H out in Kalpes, Sures and Asok... dont you worry about that (read my post about dealing with extra Gujju H)
Wow...A guy cant even make things up..even on his own blog..
It's your blog, write the truth or not.
But I have to say, I sure have seen/heard some wierd stuff at my university..rather not talk about it. :-)
I say..enjoy your lady in pink!
@ Iyer: You are missing the point my friend ! My name doesn't have any ornamental 'H' in it... So you don't have miss it in first place!
It is pronounced the way its spelled. Neetal. And neither it refers to Clean Arabic People.
Don't mean to snap on anyone. But a BAD week coupled with a POOR joke can result into fireball. Anyway, you probably don't even care... so ... may be I shouldn't either.
Dude, just go ahead and have your Happy Day!
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neetal: chill chill... i yam zoking zoking...
@ Iyer: hahahha =) I wish I could reply/type in gujarati accent. Dang! I can't even beat you at this! :( (just joking!)
For the moment I am taking the 10th cup of chai for the day at 10:46pm (to be precise !) but I guess you are right I do need a Chill Run to unwind.
Anyways Buddy! Hope you have Pysum walla Sweet day ahead =) !
Adios!
@ Iyer
P.S: Somehow I ended up reading your take on Madrasi...before you deleted it (somehow and surprisingly I subscribed comments for this blog, should change my setting soon!)
Anyways, just forgot what I had say to that ... so just forget it ... But,Dude! you are on Sunny, Dry (in a good way!) Happy side of the world at this moment... compared to a Deadline Filled life with Leaking Apartment ! So be Happy =) and Be Sweet!
Besides some guy I know... told me that you don't want to mess around with Gujarati girls who open their mouth... It completely contradicts to their sweet food..so yeah... really sorry you kinda got caught up on my BAD Week.
Again, Hope you have a happy day... and hope tomorrow is happy day for me too...
(Gosh too much of happiness going around! I need no more sugar and caffine anymore to calm my hyperness)
Buh Bye =)
do they have a studio break there?
can i get a bagel with butter??
-aditya
#Iyer: I dont see ghosts, which means I missed a quickie. And that is the sad part :(
#Megha: LOL! On this blog, the comments are more interesting than the post. U'll realize that and after a while prolly end up visiting to read the comments.
#Neet(h)al: Now lets not start a Gujju v/s Iyers war!! I have a feeling all your comments put together are more lengthy than my post!!
#Bakshi: Fortunately they dont have a studio break here else I would double in size when u see me next!
Bagel with butter? I didnt know you were into that!
Nope, I'm not into bagels, must be another 'Aditya' whose also been to SU & reads your blog. Funny!
To top it off, Meghana asked me whats 'studio break' in an email a few hours ago and i said 'i dont know'. Then I randomly hit your blog and...
Too many coincidences..
Bakshi
where did my comment go!
so lemme get this straight. this woman was wearing ONLY a shirt?? no pants?! hmmm... i bet she just had a quickie already!
we were always told to study early in the morning instead of late nights...
hmmm!
#Bakshi: LOL! No wonder... I was confused on when you got into bagels! But I am surprised you have forgotten Studio Break!
#Zee: Weird, I never saw any comment from you other than the one you have up there! :S I see imaginary women and you see imaginary comments!! Cool!
#Sonia: Yeah, now why didnt I think of that?
#B: Now it makes sense, doesnt it?
alwaaays about a quickie with you men, isnt it.
sheesh.
...and then you could write 'Encounter with a Ghost'; and hopefully not '...with a goat'. (sardar joke, if you remember)
i buy this story because i have witnessed men hallucinating in order to get motivation to "study"....
my friends have a whole " girl with green pants " thing...similar to your pink top. though their girl can wear any top...
first time here...cool blog..
hmmm ...i see that this post of urs has got the highest no of comments..:P
any more sightings of the barbie ghost?
:D
hugs
KJ
does she have to wear the top?
#Mahi: If the girl was you... it wouldnt be a quickie!! :P
#Brad: Hmmm... gotta be one of those Sardar jokes I missed out on. Never heard of it... or have forgotten :(
#Krishna: I should meet your friends! We'll get along =D
#KJ: Nope... none! She disappeared!
#Anon: Yes, she has to. She knows she will be featured on my blog, where complete nudity is not allowed, unless for educational purposes (its a family blog)
well...all i'd said was that it was definitely a ghost my boy!
the next time i see something like that.. i would go easy on what i had been smoking before i walked into the building
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