Warning: Highly random!
“Machaan, anything but a horror film da. I won’t be able to sleep if I watch a ghost movie now!” said Mahesh.
Myself (Raghu), Mahesh, Avinash and Aditya were roommates living in the hostels of one of those million engineering colleges in Tamil Nadu. It was our final year in college, and as all final years did, we had a hell a lot of time to waste, and we usually wasted it by watching movies or talking random shit. Today, we were in the mood for a series of horror films, but it was under threat from our coward roomie Mahesh Sundar, also known as Kanni Ponnu. He was one of those rare species among boys who appeared to be a macho but would piss in his pants at the very thought of anything to do with ghosts or spirits. It was no surprise for the rest of us that Mahesh was unwilling to watch horror films, especially after 6 PM. It was not the first time either. (He had once threatened to pull out of a trip to Coorg, as we jokingly threatened to scare him by talking real life ghost incidents)
“Dey don’t start the same shit again. Mooditu vaa, nothing will happen if you watch a film. Stop being a spoilsport. You look so huge, aren’t you ashamed to be scared of such non existing stuff??” I asked.
“No da not only that.... carry on. I’ve got some project work to do. Have some assignments also. Will do them and then study for the cycle tests.”
That was the funniest thing we’ve ever heard from Mahesh in the last 4 years. Looked like even the mention of a horror movie would drive him to do scarier stuff.
“Hahahahahahhahaha. Nadikaadha da. Nee yaaru nu enakku theriyum, naa yaarunu unakku theriyum.. shut up and join us..”
We were in no mood to understand. He had been doing the same for the last 4 years and it was high time he changed. We were adamant, and after a lot of coercion, we finally got our way.
“OK! But just one film. And not the ultra scary ones..let’s just watch one of those movies which are supposed to be scary but end up being funny,” said Mahesh.
It was for the first time in 4 years that he had actually accepted to watch a ghost movie with us. Now that he had agreed, we didn’t want to stop with just one film.
“Ok machi. I’ve got this Tamil movie called Sivi in my laptop. Heard it is one of those failed attempts to make a scary film. We’ll start with that..” said Avinash.
“Start with that? End with that!” corrected Mahesh.
“Yeah yeah..start and end with that” said the rest of us, and shared a smile.
Most tamil horror films had a clichéd storyline – Rich boy rapes girl. Girl dies. Her spirit returns to haunt the boy, and finally takes revenge in the climax. Sivi was no different. The movie was exactly as Avinash had said it would be: a failed attempt to make a scary movie. In Sivi, the male lead (the rapist) has an unusual and persistent neck pain problem, which even the doctors are unable to cure. He struggles with pain throughout the film, and finds out in the climax that the spirit of the girl he had raped was actually sitting on his neck, causing the pain. The funniest (supposedly scariest) part of the film is the ghost itself - a poor young girl with a lot of powder on her face sitting on the hero’s shoulders. The climax also carries an explanation for the title; apparently, Sivi is the name of the snake on Lord Shiva’s neck! While Avinash, Aditya and I were ROTFL for wasting our time on this movie, Mahesh sat silently, with a stern look on his face.
“Machaa! Don’t tell me this film scared you!” we screamed together.
“Hah. No da. Not scary, not scary.. ok da.. gotta wake up early tomorrow. Let me sleep.. gnite..”
“Haha.. wake up early and pluck what? Be a sport and stay awake. Let’s watch a few more.. don’t act like a girl..” said Aditya.
After a few more rounds of Yes and No, Mahesh agreed. This time, we decided to step up the intensity and move on to real horror films. Sivi was followed by another tamil film – Uruvam, which was much better and more scary than Sivi. Now that we were well into the horror mood, we followed it up with 2 more films – Exorcist, and Ring. By the time we finished watching the 4 films, the time was already 1 30 AM.
As it usually happens, the horror-movie-watching session was followed by a horror-story-discussion session. If watching horror films was scary, discussing them in a hostel room had its own thrill factor. We switched off the lights, and started sharing various 'real life ghost' incidents. Avinash started, with his experience in his apartments in Chennai, a few years back. We listened carefully.
Avinash: It was around 3-4 years back. I was in an apartment in Adyar, and had a good friend called Kaushik. We were pretty close for quite some time, but I remember that he changed a lot after a trip to his hometown. I could sense a lot of changes in his character after that. He suddenly became aloof, and stopped mingling with the other boys in the apartment. Often, we would hear a lot of noise from his house, noises of his mom screaming and crying, and his dog barking continuously. It was quite difficult to comprehend the problem, especially for me as I was too young then. One night, when I was studying for some exam in my terrace, I saw Kaushik sitting on the wall, facing the road. "What are you doing there? Move in! It is dangerous!" I yelled.
He turned, and spoke with a rough voice "Avi, I know I am acting weird these days, but I think I have got a power."
"Power? What power?"
"I am talking to ghosts"
These were the last words I wanted to hear in the night on a deserted terrace. Not knowing how to react, I quickly turned and ran down as fast as I could. I rushed back home and closed the door. I barged into the kitchen to tell what I heard to my mom, when I heard loud noises from outside once again. It was Kaushik's mom's scream. We were used to it by this time, but now that I had heard what Kaushik said, I wanted to find out more. I informed my mom, and she gathered more people from the flats before rushing to Kaushik's house. They broke the door open, and saw something which I can never forget. Kaushik was holding a cricket bat in his hand, and beating his mom, shouting "Naan dhaan dee Uma vandhirukken. Enga dee un purushan? Naan dhaan dee Uma vandhirukken". A few uncles tried in vain to stop Kaushik, but finally with the help of some Vibhoodhi and a broomstick, managed to control him. It was later learnt that Uma was a girl in Kaushik's dad's hometown. Apparently, his dad was engaged to Uma but eloped with Kaushik's mom, which drove Uma to suicide. Now with help from psychiatrists and saamiyaars, Kaushik is fine.
By the time Avinash finished, all our hearts were beating much faster than normal. But we were not finished. Aditya continued with the Sin Jin story. Sin Jin apparently was a friend of his sister.
By now, the time was already around 2 30 and we were terrified beyond limit. We decided it was enough for the day, and went to our beds, when Mahesh spoke.
"Machis. For the last 3 years, I have been dodging and avoiding watching horror movies with you guys. I know I have been missing out on a lot of fun, but it is not because I am a coward or anything. I have a problem, which I am going to tell you guys now. It is high time I did." and continued "I lived in Delhi when I was a kid, till my 6th standard or so. Exactly one floor above mine in our apartment, a young coupled moved in. For the first few weeks, everything was normal. But with time, we heard a lot of shouting and screaming. It was almost clearly audible especially from my room, and it looked like they were continuously fighting. I informed my parents, but they kept telling me it was normal for newly married people to fight and asked me not to worry. One night, the screaming was abnormally loud and scary. I couldn't sleep, so switched on the lights and saw something through my window which I can never ever forget in my life. It was a momentary scene, but I can still remember it as clearly as I did when I saw it. The girl was flying down, and thudded into the ground. I put my head out of the window and saw the bloody scene. Too scared and too young to know what to do, I switched off the lights and went to sleep. There were some investigations after that, and the police concluded that it was a suicide." The fear was visible in Mahesh's eyes. I even thought I saw a few drop of tears in his eyes. He continued "A few days after the incident, I kept getting dreams about that girl. Every single time, she would appear and say the same thing. She would cry, and whisper into my ears 'you know the truth. Help me. Help me. You know the truth'. I have never known what to do with the dream. I have not even told my parents, but I still get the dream every now and then." Mahesh was indeed sobbing. Now, we didn't know how to react. We went up to him and after a warm group hug, retired into our beds.
Just when I was getting into a deep sleep, I was woken up, by none other than Mahesh himself. I opened my eyes, and saw the clock. It was 3 30 AM.
“What do you want at this time da?” I asked.
“Machaan.. I wanna piss da. Too scared to go alone..please come.”
"Ok you go, I'll follow you" I said, and Mahesh left.
I woke up Avinash and Aditya, and told them we needed to lighten up the mood. It was time for a prank, to make Mahesh smile and forget the hard night. I told them exactly what to do, and being roomies and best buddies for 4 years, they were instantly excited by the plan and welcomed it with a lot of enthusiasm.
We rushed to the toilet, and took positions. Aditya went near the switchboard, while Avinash and I hid right behind Mahesh, who had just begun emptying his bladder. We had already scared the hell out of him by forcing him to watch horror movies against his will, and now it was time for a laugh. 3 30 AM, a deserted toilet and a frightened Mahesh in it. It was set up perfectly for us, to execute our prank, though it was extremely childish. I gave a nod to Aditya. The lights went off. The 3 of us (Avinash, Aditya and I) screamed on top of our voices in an attempt to scare Mahesh. We expected him to get petrified and shout his throat off, but to our astonishment, we didn’t get any sort of response. The plan had clearly failed. We burst into laughter for making a fool of ourselves at this time in the night and switched on the lights, and saw something which put an immediate end to the giggles.
Mahesh lied on the floor, scared. And dead.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Toilet Terror part 2 of 2
We rushed towards Mahesh and checked if he was breathing. He was not. We checked his pulses. We found none. Having no clue what to do, we abandoned him and rushed back to our rooms. We had just killed our roommate. After a lot of panic and blame game, we decided that we won’t let it spoil our future. We switched off the lights, closed the door (without bolting it) and decided to act ignorant of the happenings.
Around an hour later, we heard a loud yell from the bathroom. Though we understood that someone had seen Mahesh lying dead, we didn't bother to react. We continued to act asleep, until we were 'woken up' by a group of boys who barged into our room. A million questions were asked, but all we had to offer was tears and the reply "i don't know". There were some investigations in our college, and a lot of people were questioned. As expected, we roommmates had to answer a thousand questions, which we somehow managed. "We went for dinner, saw a film and went to sleep. No idea what happened after that" was the crux of what we said. The issue got bigger than we expected, as Mahesh's parents wanted to know if it was suicide and asked for a post mortem report. Luckily for us, the post mortem report certified that Mahesh died to to a heart attack. None of them knew that it was caused by us.
The next few days were difficult, for we were internally engulfed with a terrible feeling of guilt. We missed Mahesh and were reminded of all the good memories we shared, especially in class and the hostel room. Every time we went to the toilet, dreadful memories of that night kept haunting us. Three weeks and an awful time later, we found a way out of this sick feeling. We decided to approach Amudhan, our classmate. Better known as Aavi Amudhan, he was extremely famous in our hostel, as he claimed to have powers to speak to spirits of dead people. (Yes, there are all kinds of people in an engineering college hostel!). Some believed he could, some didn’t. It was time for us to find out. I HAD to speak to Mahesh and convey my apologies.
“Amudhan, we heard you can speak to spirits, and are here to talk to you about a very important issue. But before that, I hope and trust you will promise confidentiality, for it is extremely serious and sensitive.” I said
“About Mahesh’s death? Don’t worry. It will not leave this room. Go on.”
“We killed Mahesh..” and we went on to tell Amudhan about the happenings of that night. After half an hour of explanation, Amudhan came up with his reply.
“Ok. I understand. Don’t blame yourselves. After all, you didn’t intend to kill him. Now coming to the issue, it is not easy to speak to spirits. It is a tough art, and there are various complications. First of all, you need to have a strong heart and reason to bring a sprit to you and make it talk. They do not come as per your wishes. Secondly and more importantly, spirits usually come in groups. You may want to speak to Mahesh’s spirits, but another spirit, who probably has some unfulfilled dreams, may take advantage and use you to satisfy their needs. That can turn extremely dangerous, if not properly monitored. But don’t worry. I will speak to Mahesh and get back to you. I am sure he will understand and accept your apologies. And I promise; this will remain within these 4 walls.”
Amudhan’s words were reassuring. We may not get to speak to Mahesh directly (which was frankly scary), but all we wanted to do was convey the apologies. Two days of extreme anxiety passed, before Amudhan called us to his room at midnight. We rushed there, without knowing how to feel. The entire room had a spooky feel to it. The room was lit up by a dim light. Amudhan was sitting in the centre of the room, wearing just a dhoti. In front of him was a rectangle kind of board, which looked like a chess board. Closer examination showed a coin in the middle of the board and random words like YES, NO, GO and COME were written on the rectangle.
“I have some good news and some bad news for you” Amudhan broke the silence. “The good news is that Mahesh is willing to forgive you. He realizes it was a prank, though it cost him his life. After all, he was your roommate, won’t he even understand that?”
We were a bit relieved. We were happy to know that we would be forgiven. But Amudhan was not finished.
“The bad news is that Mahesh has given a condition. A very weird one too.”
“What is it?”
“Whenever you are inside the college premises and want to use the toilet, especially inside the hostel, you 3 should always go together. You can’t go alone, or even in pairs among youselves”
“WHAT?!” we shouted in unison. It was the craziest thing we had ever heard in our lives. It made us lose our respect for spirits and ghosts. What a stupid, crazy and cheap condition!
“Mahesh’s spirits will always be around the toilet. If any one of you go alone, he will do exactly what you did to him. Imagine a ghost making a sudden appearance when you are having your moment of privacy.. it will be terrible! So stick together till we finish college. Raghu, I want to warn you especially. Mahesh knows that it was your plan, and he sounded a bit angry with you. So you, in particular should be very careful.” Amudhan's voice echoed in our ears as we walked out.
At first thought, meeting the crazy condition seemed no big deal. After all, we were roommates and we were anyways going to be together. “Just eat, sleep and drink together.” was our simple plan. But as the days passed, we realized that it was extremely difficult to do everything together, but somehow managed to fulfil the main condition – we were always together in the loo. It was not an easy thing to do though. Often, after eating excessively at the terrible hostel mess, there would be a mad rush for the toilet. It was almost impossible to find 3 vacant toilets, but we were left with no choice. Other students looked at us with suspicion, for we would often shout from inside to find out if the others were done and it was safe to leave.
Aditya, in particular, caused a lot of problems, for his kidneys followed strange and inhuman timings. He would often wake us up late in the night with his usual lines “Machi.. toilet da.” It annoyed us so much that we got him a box full of huggies as a birthday gift. He obviously didn't use them.
If Aditya’s unruly bladders were irritating, Avinash had a crazier problem.
“Machis. Wake up wake up. Come with me to the toilet.” he would say.
“Dey please control da. I'm half asleep.. bugger I asked you not to drink so much water before you sleep.”
“No da, not that.. I just saw a Shakeela film.. have to go to the toilet machaa.. understand!”
We didn’t know if the together-toiler rule was applicable for that, but we obviously didn’t want to risk it. We couldn’t ask Avinash to control that either, as we could be facing the same situation sometime. It was a bit too irritating, but we were getting used to it. We had no choice.
Similar problems continued at the classroom as well, which led us to be infamously called “The Toilet-Threesome”! Despite all this, we were just happy to survive. Days became weeks, which in turn became months. We somehow managed to stay alive till the end of the college, until the farewell night.
It was the end of 4 years of college. The first 3 years were extremely enjoyable. The final year started well too, until a stupid prank which ended Mahesh’s life and our happiness. But he too had forgiven us and it now time to enjoy. The boys in the hostel had arranged for a midnight sarakku (drinks) party in the hostel terrace, after the farewell celebrations. The farewell events and dinner completed by around 11 30 PM, and most of the gang, including guys who don’t drink left for the hostel terrace. One peg was followed by another, and soon we were high and crapping about various incidents, which mostly had to do with failed love stories. Since it was the last day, most guys drank much beyond their capacity, and even the teetotallers started making their debuts. Soon, we ran out of alcohol. I was a bit less drunk than most others, so I was asked to go down to the rooms to get some more bottles. I gladly agreed, and rushed down to my room to pick up the back-up bottles. But just when I was about to leave, I had this sudden full feeling in my bladder. I had to rush to the toilet, but how could I? Not knowing what to do, I stood in the deserted corridor and took my mobile phone to ring my roommates, when I saw Aavi Amudhan coming towards me.
“What are you doing here? Everyone is waiting for the bottles” he said.
“Machaan. I have to go to the toilet da..”
“The go! Why are you standing outside? Don’t waste time. Everyone is waiting!”
“What are you saying da? Did you forget the condition? How can I go?”
Amudhan paused and stared at me for a moment. Then he burst into uncontrollable laughter. I had no idea why. “Dey. Why are you laughing?”
Amudhan gathered his senses.
“Hahahaha! I can’t believe you guys trusted me for such a long time da. You played a prank on Mahesh. I played a prank on you! I can’t believe you guys actually trusted I can speak to spirits..hahahaha. Now give me the bottles, go to the toilet and join us up soon. Bye bye!” and Amudhan left, laughing his way upstairs.
I felt embarrassed, but the prank brought a smile to my face. More than that, I was relieved, for I could use the toilet now! I rushed in, whistling to the tunes of ‘Aanandham.. imayam pola aanandham’ and rang up Aditya.
“Machi.. guess where I am?!” I asked.
“Otha! Bring the bottles soon.” Came the reply.
“Haha, patience patience. The bottle is on its way up. I am in the toilet. Amudhan is bringing the bottle. Did you know? It was all a prank by Amudhan. The conditions, the forgiving, everything! Why, that fucker can’t even speak to spirits! He played a prank on us, but I must say it was a good one!” I explained.
“But what do you mean da? Amudhan has been with me throughout the night. He is still sitting next to me...” said Aditya.
And the lights went off.
Around an hour later, we heard a loud yell from the bathroom. Though we understood that someone had seen Mahesh lying dead, we didn't bother to react. We continued to act asleep, until we were 'woken up' by a group of boys who barged into our room. A million questions were asked, but all we had to offer was tears and the reply "i don't know". There were some investigations in our college, and a lot of people were questioned. As expected, we roommmates had to answer a thousand questions, which we somehow managed. "We went for dinner, saw a film and went to sleep. No idea what happened after that" was the crux of what we said. The issue got bigger than we expected, as Mahesh's parents wanted to know if it was suicide and asked for a post mortem report. Luckily for us, the post mortem report certified that Mahesh died to to a heart attack. None of them knew that it was caused by us.
The next few days were difficult, for we were internally engulfed with a terrible feeling of guilt. We missed Mahesh and were reminded of all the good memories we shared, especially in class and the hostel room. Every time we went to the toilet, dreadful memories of that night kept haunting us. Three weeks and an awful time later, we found a way out of this sick feeling. We decided to approach Amudhan, our classmate. Better known as Aavi Amudhan, he was extremely famous in our hostel, as he claimed to have powers to speak to spirits of dead people. (Yes, there are all kinds of people in an engineering college hostel!). Some believed he could, some didn’t. It was time for us to find out. I HAD to speak to Mahesh and convey my apologies.
“Amudhan, we heard you can speak to spirits, and are here to talk to you about a very important issue. But before that, I hope and trust you will promise confidentiality, for it is extremely serious and sensitive.” I said
“About Mahesh’s death? Don’t worry. It will not leave this room. Go on.”
“We killed Mahesh..” and we went on to tell Amudhan about the happenings of that night. After half an hour of explanation, Amudhan came up with his reply.
“Ok. I understand. Don’t blame yourselves. After all, you didn’t intend to kill him. Now coming to the issue, it is not easy to speak to spirits. It is a tough art, and there are various complications. First of all, you need to have a strong heart and reason to bring a sprit to you and make it talk. They do not come as per your wishes. Secondly and more importantly, spirits usually come in groups. You may want to speak to Mahesh’s spirits, but another spirit, who probably has some unfulfilled dreams, may take advantage and use you to satisfy their needs. That can turn extremely dangerous, if not properly monitored. But don’t worry. I will speak to Mahesh and get back to you. I am sure he will understand and accept your apologies. And I promise; this will remain within these 4 walls.”
Amudhan’s words were reassuring. We may not get to speak to Mahesh directly (which was frankly scary), but all we wanted to do was convey the apologies. Two days of extreme anxiety passed, before Amudhan called us to his room at midnight. We rushed there, without knowing how to feel. The entire room had a spooky feel to it. The room was lit up by a dim light. Amudhan was sitting in the centre of the room, wearing just a dhoti. In front of him was a rectangle kind of board, which looked like a chess board. Closer examination showed a coin in the middle of the board and random words like YES, NO, GO and COME were written on the rectangle.
“I have some good news and some bad news for you” Amudhan broke the silence. “The good news is that Mahesh is willing to forgive you. He realizes it was a prank, though it cost him his life. After all, he was your roommate, won’t he even understand that?”
We were a bit relieved. We were happy to know that we would be forgiven. But Amudhan was not finished.
“The bad news is that Mahesh has given a condition. A very weird one too.”
“What is it?”
“Whenever you are inside the college premises and want to use the toilet, especially inside the hostel, you 3 should always go together. You can’t go alone, or even in pairs among youselves”
“WHAT?!” we shouted in unison. It was the craziest thing we had ever heard in our lives. It made us lose our respect for spirits and ghosts. What a stupid, crazy and cheap condition!
“Mahesh’s spirits will always be around the toilet. If any one of you go alone, he will do exactly what you did to him. Imagine a ghost making a sudden appearance when you are having your moment of privacy.. it will be terrible! So stick together till we finish college. Raghu, I want to warn you especially. Mahesh knows that it was your plan, and he sounded a bit angry with you. So you, in particular should be very careful.” Amudhan's voice echoed in our ears as we walked out.
At first thought, meeting the crazy condition seemed no big deal. After all, we were roommates and we were anyways going to be together. “Just eat, sleep and drink together.” was our simple plan. But as the days passed, we realized that it was extremely difficult to do everything together, but somehow managed to fulfil the main condition – we were always together in the loo. It was not an easy thing to do though. Often, after eating excessively at the terrible hostel mess, there would be a mad rush for the toilet. It was almost impossible to find 3 vacant toilets, but we were left with no choice. Other students looked at us with suspicion, for we would often shout from inside to find out if the others were done and it was safe to leave.
Aditya, in particular, caused a lot of problems, for his kidneys followed strange and inhuman timings. He would often wake us up late in the night with his usual lines “Machi.. toilet da.” It annoyed us so much that we got him a box full of huggies as a birthday gift. He obviously didn't use them.
If Aditya’s unruly bladders were irritating, Avinash had a crazier problem.
“Machis. Wake up wake up. Come with me to the toilet.” he would say.
“Dey please control da. I'm half asleep.. bugger I asked you not to drink so much water before you sleep.”
“No da, not that.. I just saw a Shakeela film.. have to go to the toilet machaa.. understand!”
We didn’t know if the together-toiler rule was applicable for that, but we obviously didn’t want to risk it. We couldn’t ask Avinash to control that either, as we could be facing the same situation sometime. It was a bit too irritating, but we were getting used to it. We had no choice.
Similar problems continued at the classroom as well, which led us to be infamously called “The Toilet-Threesome”! Despite all this, we were just happy to survive. Days became weeks, which in turn became months. We somehow managed to stay alive till the end of the college, until the farewell night.
It was the end of 4 years of college. The first 3 years were extremely enjoyable. The final year started well too, until a stupid prank which ended Mahesh’s life and our happiness. But he too had forgiven us and it now time to enjoy. The boys in the hostel had arranged for a midnight sarakku (drinks) party in the hostel terrace, after the farewell celebrations. The farewell events and dinner completed by around 11 30 PM, and most of the gang, including guys who don’t drink left for the hostel terrace. One peg was followed by another, and soon we were high and crapping about various incidents, which mostly had to do with failed love stories. Since it was the last day, most guys drank much beyond their capacity, and even the teetotallers started making their debuts. Soon, we ran out of alcohol. I was a bit less drunk than most others, so I was asked to go down to the rooms to get some more bottles. I gladly agreed, and rushed down to my room to pick up the back-up bottles. But just when I was about to leave, I had this sudden full feeling in my bladder. I had to rush to the toilet, but how could I? Not knowing what to do, I stood in the deserted corridor and took my mobile phone to ring my roommates, when I saw Aavi Amudhan coming towards me.
“What are you doing here? Everyone is waiting for the bottles” he said.
“Machaan. I have to go to the toilet da..”
“The go! Why are you standing outside? Don’t waste time. Everyone is waiting!”
“What are you saying da? Did you forget the condition? How can I go?”
Amudhan paused and stared at me for a moment. Then he burst into uncontrollable laughter. I had no idea why. “Dey. Why are you laughing?”
Amudhan gathered his senses.
“Hahahaha! I can’t believe you guys trusted me for such a long time da. You played a prank on Mahesh. I played a prank on you! I can’t believe you guys actually trusted I can speak to spirits..hahahaha. Now give me the bottles, go to the toilet and join us up soon. Bye bye!” and Amudhan left, laughing his way upstairs.
I felt embarrassed, but the prank brought a smile to my face. More than that, I was relieved, for I could use the toilet now! I rushed in, whistling to the tunes of ‘Aanandham.. imayam pola aanandham’ and rang up Aditya.
“Machi.. guess where I am?!” I asked.
“Otha! Bring the bottles soon.” Came the reply.
“Haha, patience patience. The bottle is on its way up. I am in the toilet. Amudhan is bringing the bottle. Did you know? It was all a prank by Amudhan. The conditions, the forgiving, everything! Why, that fucker can’t even speak to spirits! He played a prank on us, but I must say it was a good one!” I explained.
“But what do you mean da? Amudhan has been with me throughout the night. He is still sitting next to me...” said Aditya.
And the lights went off.
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