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I was on a journey to a temple and on the way i and my family had to in a Que to pass that stage to the temple and while standing in the line i was criticizing kerala , and a person who was standing behind me got into an argument with me, That very moment i was too arrogant and didnt see who he was got into the worst argument of my life with him. Then my and his parent came and intruppted in our fight and i was got to know that he was son of my father's friend. I began hating him and didnt allowed my sisters to take anything from him and also kept them away from him. After some time his sister came with her friends and sat for sometime and since her time was moving she began to leave. I wanted to slap her since i couldnt slap his brother as our parents intrupted . I found that she asked her friends to leave and one of her friend stayed back to know the reason , others went on the way to station. After teling the reason she left. I called her friend and asked her the reason for going alone , she told me that she went to meet her boyfriend. Then the friend asked me to help her cross the road, and i helped her. on reaching the other side others were not seen.She got nervous and caught hold of my hands and dragged me to wrong way . After a while i was tensed since i didnt want to get totally lost and asked her to be calm . When she became calm, we got to know we were lot far from our residing place or the hotel we were staying. We accidentally enetred a school and were caught by its prin*****l . We told her the whole story and she said us to leave immediately. we ran and jumped a fence , and at last we had to climb and cross a big huge gate . we gathered all our courage and strength,and began climbing , suddenly a man with a motorcycle can and showed a stunt of jumping that gate, it was like competeing with that school in order to help us.Inspired by him we too jumped of the gate from the top and landed safely. We ran as fast as we could and went through theway which we possibly could go. We heard motorbike following us when we took a wrong way and finally we reached the hotel. There i saw the same motorbike that helped us and after sending that friend upstairsand enquired and found that it was that uncles bike and asked him to tell who was that person who helped us. He didnt tell me who he was but i decided to find him out though i didnt had any clue about him . On reaching our floor my mom called me and asked where i was and i answered "simply went outside". She added that these days are not bad days instead your luck is fading away from you.........................
2013-10-15 04:47:19
I had a dream last night. I was on board a commercial flight with friends from my previous holiday (we never used planes on that holiday I may add). There were two simultaneous flights. We were on board one aeroplane and another, headed to the same destination was flying slightly ahead of us. From the window I occasionally caught a glimpse of the other plane. At the time of the crash, we were passing over some very tropical and beautiful scene below; there were many locals, possibly African, sailing in tiny boats and fishing and generally bustling around on the coast. As I looked from the window I could see a vast plethora of coloured sails, umbrellas and people wearing fantastically coloured clothes. It was beautiful. Shortly after, a message came over the speaker system that we would be dropping altitude dramatically, in order to overtake the other plane, as our pilot thought they were travelling too slowly and the best way for us to pick up speed in order to pass the plane was to manage a controlled drop from altitude whilst turning. All the passengers and I had full confidence in the pilot and suffered no anxiety. As we lowered towards the beautiful coastal scene I was amazed by the perfect curvature of the earth that I could see, the sea seemed to bend on the horizon. I spoke to my friend next to me, a passenger called Pete from Singapore. He told me much about the locals below and I admired his knowledge, however the details of this conversation escape me. Soon after, another message came over the intercom, it was the pilot. He was very happy, almost boastful, about how well he had done in passing the other plane, and that now we could continue with great speed on to our destination (I don’t actually know where we were headed). The pilot then added that he was now going to regain the appropriate altitude for the flight and therefore a dramatic climb was imminent. The nose of the plane rose to an almost vertical ascent. So much so that I adjusted myself on my seat so that my backside as, in fact, on the headrest of my chair. Other people stayed as they were, seated as though they were in the carriage of a climbing rollercoaster. This is a thought which occurred to me in the dream, it actually felt like we were on a rollercoaster. Despite this everybody was calm. I had a mild disquiet in my stomach however and my trust in the pilot had diminished somewhat. I saw him as an arrogant show-off, was any of this necessary? A short while later, the plane began to stall and fall from the sky. We crashed into the ocean not far from the coast. Things went black for a short moment and there was the feeling of a powerful impact. When vision was restored however, everyone around me was fine, except I had a terrible dread feeling that people somewhere must have lost their lives, and that myself and my neighbours were very lucky to be unharmed. We all quite calmly unbuckled ourselves from the seats and proceeded to force open the door and slide down the escape chutes in a very orderly fashion. We were introduced to the warm tropical ocean for the first time. I paused at the exit and was surprised to see everybody wearing life jackets. I asked the stewardess where they were kept and she claimed not to know. I checked under my seat and found nothing. Nevertheless, I slid down into the sea. The water was warm and calm; the plane wreckage seemed to disappear instantly. Me and my friends swam calmly towards the s*****. That beautiful and colourful scene. We were met part way by local fisherman similarly swimming in the water. They had the look of aboriginal or tribal denizens yet were polite and spoke good English, we exchanged greetings and nothing more as we headed to the beach. Upon reaching the sandy s***** I remember seeing coins buried under a light covering of sand. I bent down and inspected further. I discovered that the coins were English pennies, all different types. Upon this discovery I was filled with a terrible feeling that the second plane had crashed too, and that must be how these coins arrived upon the beach. I felt, or feared that, everybody on the second plane had died in the crash. It was at this moment that I woke up.
2012-10-02 07:30:56


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