This is a real story of a young college girl who passed away last month in Chennai.
Her name was Priya. She was hit by a lorry. She is working in a call centre. She has a boy friend named Shankar. Both of them are true lovers.
They always hang on the phone. You can never see her without her handphone.
In fact she also changed her phone from Airtel to Hutch, so both of them can be on the same network, and save on the cost.
She spends half of the day talking with Shankar. Priya's family knows about their relationship.
Shankar is very close with Priya's family. (just imagine their love) .
Before she passed away she always told her friends "If I pass away please burn me with my handphone" she also said the same thing to her parents.
After her death, people cant carry her body, I was there.
A lot of them tried to do so but still cant , everybody including me, had tried to carry the body, the result is still the same.
Eventually, they called a person who know to one of their neighbours, who can speak with the soul of dead person , who is a friend of her father.
He took a stick and started speaking to himself slowly.
After a few minutes, he said "this girl misses something here".
Then her friends told that person about her intentions to burn her with her phone.
He then opened the grave box and place her phone and SIM card inside the casket.
After that they tried to carry the body. It could be moved and they carried it into the van easily.
All of us were shocked. Priya's parents did not inform Shankar that Priya had passed away.
After 2 weeks Shankar called Priya's mom. Shankar :...."Atte, I'm coming home today.
Cook something nice for me.Dont tell Priya that I'm coming home today, i wanna surprise her."
Her mother replied....."You come home first, I wanna tell you something very important." after he came, they told him the truth about Priya.
Shankar thinks that they were playing a fool. He was laughing and said "dont try to fool me - tell Priya to come out, I have a gift for her Please stop this nonsense".
Then they show him the original death certificate to him. They gave him proof to make him believe. (Shankar started to sweat) He said...
"Its not true. we spoke yesterday. She still calls me. Shankar was shaking. Suddenly, Shankar's phone rang. "see this is from Priya, see this..." he showed the phone to priya's family.
All of them told him to answer.he talked using the loudspeaker mode. all of them heard his conversation.Loud and clear, no cross lines, no humming.
It is the actual voice of Priya & there is no way others could use her SIM card since it is nailed inside the grave box they were so shocked and asked for the same person's (who can speak with the soul of deal perosns) help again. He brought his master to solve this matter. He & his master worked for 5 hours.
Then they discovered one thing which really shocked them...a
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From India, Bangalore
9Her name was Priya. She was hit by a lorry. She is working in a call centre. She has a boy friend named Shankar. Both of them are true lovers.
They always hang on the phone. You can never see her without her handphone.
In fact she also changed her phone from Airtel to Hutch, so both of them can be on the same network, and save on the cost.
She spends half of the day talking with Shankar. Priya's family knows about their relationship.
Shankar is very close with Priya's family. (just imagine their love) .
Before she passed away she always told her friends "If I pass away please burn me with my handphone" she also said the same thing to her parents.
After her death, people cant carry her body, I was there.
A lot of them tried to do so but still cant , everybody including me, had tried to carry the body, the result is still the same.
Eventually, they called a person who know to one of their neighbours, who can speak with the soul of dead person , who is a friend of her father.
He took a stick and started speaking to himself slowly.
After a few minutes, he said "this girl misses something here".
Then her friends told that person about her intentions to burn her with her phone.
He then opened the grave box and place her phone and SIM card inside the casket.
After that they tried to carry the body. It could be moved and they carried it into the van easily.
All of us were shocked. Priya's parents did not inform Shankar that Priya had passed away.
After 2 weeks Shankar called Priya's mom. Shankar :...."Atte, I'm coming home today.
Cook something nice for me.Dont tell Priya that I'm coming home today, i wanna surprise her."
Her mother replied....."You come home first, I wanna tell you something very important." after he came, they told him the truth about Priya.
Shankar thinks that they were playing a fool. He was laughing and said "dont try to fool me - tell Priya to come out, I have a gift for her Please stop this nonsense".
Then they show him the original death certificate to him. They gave him proof to make him believe. (Shankar started to sweat) He said...
"Its not true. we spoke yesterday. She still calls me. Shankar was shaking. Suddenly, Shankar's phone rang. "see this is from Priya, see this..." he showed the phone to priya's family.
All of them told him to answer.he talked using the loudspeaker mode. all of them heard his conversation.Loud and clear, no cross lines, no humming.
It is the actual voice of Priya & there is no way others could use her SIM card since it is nailed inside the grave box they were so shocked and asked for the same person's (who can speak with the soul of deal perosns) help again. He brought his master to solve this matter. He & his master worked for 5 hours.
Then they discovered one thing which really shocked them...a
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.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Hutch has the best coverage. Wherever you go, our network follows!!!
Never in my life i have read such an email...Wasted ten minutes coz of this... yo........buuzzaaaaaaa........adios.......
From India, Bangalore
A drunk goes into a bar. He is very, very drunk - can hardly stand up. He slurs his way up to the bar and says:
"Hey, bartender! Gimme a martini!"
"No, no," says the bartender. "You've had too much already."
The drunk spies a dart board behind the bar.
"Tell you what," he says. "If I can throw three bull's eyes with that dart set would you let me have the drink?"
"Sure," says the bartender, thinking the guy would leave after the little game. He hands the drunk three darts. "Look out, everybody!"
Zot, zot, zot. The drunk throws three quick bull's eyes.
Well, the bartender had never seen anything like that before, but he has to make good on the wager, so he makes a martini and sets it before the drunk. He then puts a napkin next to the drink and sets a turtle on it.
"What's this," says the drunk.
"That's a prize for such fine dart throwing," says the bartender.
The drunk drinks his martini, picks up the turtle, puts it in his coat pocket, and leaves.
Well, the next night, the same drunk goes into the same bar. Again, he is hopelessly inebriated; totally faced.
"Bartender," he says. "Gimme a martini!"
"No, no," says the bartender. "You're too drunk already. Go home."
Again the drunk notices the darts.
"If I can throw three bull's eyes would you gimme the martini?" he asks.
The bartender thinks, "This guy can't be that lucky again. I'll get rid of him."
"Sure, sure," he says, handing the darts over.
Bip, bip, bip. Three bull's eyes.
"Holy cow," says the bartender, and he gives the drunk guy a martini. Again, he sets a turtle next to it.
"What's this?" asks the drunk.
"That's a prize for being such a good shot."
"Oh," says the drunk, and he quaffs his martini, puts the turtle in his coat pocket, and leaves.
Believe it or not, the very next night the same drunk enters the same bar.
"Gimme a martini!" he demands.
"No, no," says the bartender. "You've been overserved already. Get on home."
Spying the dart board once more, the drunk guy says:"Would tossing three bull's eyes prove that I'm not overserved?"
The bartender can't believe that anybody this drunk could possibly hit the dart board, let alone get three bull's eyes.
"OK," he says, forking over the three darts.
The drunk deftly grabs all three darts and tosses them simultaneously.
Thwock! All three darts land solidly in the bull's eye!
"Unbelievable!" says the incredulous bartender. True to his word, he prepares a martini and sets it before the drunk guy. He then lays a beautiful long-stem rose on the bar next to the cocktail.
"What's this?" asks the drunk.
"That's a special prize for being so good at darts," says the bartender.
"Oh," says the drunk. "All out of roast beef on a hard roll, huh?"
"Hey, bartender! Gimme a martini!"
"No, no," says the bartender. "You've had too much already."
The drunk spies a dart board behind the bar.
"Tell you what," he says. "If I can throw three bull's eyes with that dart set would you let me have the drink?"
"Sure," says the bartender, thinking the guy would leave after the little game. He hands the drunk three darts. "Look out, everybody!"
Zot, zot, zot. The drunk throws three quick bull's eyes.
Well, the bartender had never seen anything like that before, but he has to make good on the wager, so he makes a martini and sets it before the drunk. He then puts a napkin next to the drink and sets a turtle on it.
"What's this," says the drunk.
"That's a prize for such fine dart throwing," says the bartender.
The drunk drinks his martini, picks up the turtle, puts it in his coat pocket, and leaves.
Well, the next night, the same drunk goes into the same bar. Again, he is hopelessly inebriated; totally faced.
"Bartender," he says. "Gimme a martini!"
"No, no," says the bartender. "You're too drunk already. Go home."
Again the drunk notices the darts.
"If I can throw three bull's eyes would you gimme the martini?" he asks.
The bartender thinks, "This guy can't be that lucky again. I'll get rid of him."
"Sure, sure," he says, handing the darts over.
Bip, bip, bip. Three bull's eyes.
"Holy cow," says the bartender, and he gives the drunk guy a martini. Again, he sets a turtle next to it.
"What's this?" asks the drunk.
"That's a prize for being such a good shot."
"Oh," says the drunk, and he quaffs his martini, puts the turtle in his coat pocket, and leaves.
Believe it or not, the very next night the same drunk enters the same bar.
"Gimme a martini!" he demands.
"No, no," says the bartender. "You've been overserved already. Get on home."
Spying the dart board once more, the drunk guy says:"Would tossing three bull's eyes prove that I'm not overserved?"
The bartender can't believe that anybody this drunk could possibly hit the dart board, let alone get three bull's eyes.
"OK," he says, forking over the three darts.
The drunk deftly grabs all three darts and tosses them simultaneously.
Thwock! All three darts land solidly in the bull's eye!
"Unbelievable!" says the incredulous bartender. True to his word, he prepares a martini and sets it before the drunk guy. He then lays a beautiful long-stem rose on the bar next to the cocktail.
"What's this?" asks the drunk.
"That's a special prize for being so good at darts," says the bartender.
"Oh," says the drunk. "All out of roast beef on a hard roll, huh?"
Dear Shilpa,
Hi! Loved it... :lol:
Though the initial part of the story had me thinking that it is a ghost cum horror story.... :icon5:
Would like to complement you on your amazing story telling skill.... :lol:
Swapna Nair
From India, New Delhi
Hi! Loved it... :lol:
Though the initial part of the story had me thinking that it is a ghost cum horror story.... :icon5:
Would like to complement you on your amazing story telling skill.... :lol:
Swapna Nair
From India, New Delhi
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