Occult phenomenons!!

Warning: this post is not for the faint-hearted! Seriously, guyz, if you can't take bhootiya stories, then come back another day. Ladies, some other time, please.

Most spooky thing happened at the G-Crew staff mixer this weekend. First, some background info on the mixer. Following recent promotion to managerial role, yours truly initialized this social mixer so that tech and non-tech staff can meet in informal setting. This mixing adds 4 stars to work-life balance, yaar! You won't be surprised to hear that your pal Shils got a pat on the back for this idea from Steve.

Steve who, you ask? Stephen Dotts Jr., the boss. All on first-name terms now, of course.

Anyways, this mixer was at Ted our Sales Manager's place. Jazzy crib, yaar! 5 bed palace in the posh suburb of Knob Hill. Ted's done well, but guyz, strange are the ways of God. Took his beautiful wife from him 7 years back.

To get back to story, party's swinging, Shils is having deep discussion on art films with Melanie, when all of sudden Manojit's 7 yr old daughter Ramona shrieks "Poochie!" and runs into Ted's arms. Guyz, I know you are thinking, so what? But here's the killer: Poochie was the nickname Ted's long-dead wife had given him. Now do I need to say that Ted looked totally stunned.

And then, Ramona proceeded to take us all on a guided tour of the house. Guyz, she knew the bungalow like I know KGP campus. She knew the combination to the safe and the drawers where Ted kept all their leather garments (left over from some fancy dress party, I think). Janata was speechless.

American public couldn't understand what hell was going on, but a desi knows reincarnation when he sees it. Weight of evidence was so strong that Ted was convinced and is now sponsoring Ramona's education (with binding agreement to marry him once she's of age, provided he's not found someone else).

Friendz, even though I am well-educated, and no doubt so you are, we have to accept that supernatural is all around us. I pray daily for God's blessing- thanking him I was not born retarded or low-caste- and so should you.