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24 March, 2008

Musclés Dé Dansé: Quand la mort vous appelle

Quad la mort vous appelle is french for 'When Death Calls YOU'!!! Be cool after a long day of stress.

This is a true story of a young college girl who past away last year, at Shah Alam. Her name is Priya. She was hit by a lorry while going home. I don’t want to mention the name of the college.

She had a boy friend named Shankar. He stays in Johor. Both of them are true lovers. They are always on the phone to each other. You can never see her without her handphone, which Shankar bought for her. She spends 3/4 of the day talking with Shankar. Priya’s family knows about their relationship. Shankar is very close with Priya’s family. (Can you imagine their love?) Before she passed away she always told her friends, as well as her parents, “If I pass away please cremate me with my handphone”…

After her death, people couldn’t carry her coffin. I was there. A lot of them tried to do so but still could not carry it. Everybody, including me, had tried to carry her coffin, the result was still the same- it could not be carried. Eventually, they called their neighbor, a “bomoh” from Thailand (Pak Darin), who is a friend of Priya’s father. He sat down near the coffin and started speaking to himself slowly. After a few minutes, he said..

“This girl misses something here”. Then her friends told Pak Darin about her wish to cremate her with her phone. He then opened the coffin and placed her phone and SIM card inside the casket. After that, they tried to carry the coffin. It could now be moved and they carried it into the van easily. All of us were shocked. Priya’s parents didn’t inform Shankar that Priya had passed away. After 2 weeks Shankar called Priya’s mom. Shankar: “Atte, I’m coming home today, please cook something nice for me. Don’t tell Priya that I’m coming home today. I wanna surprise her.” Priya’s mother replied: “You come home first, I want to tell something very important to you.” After he came to Shah Alam, they told him the truth about Priya. Shankar thinks that they were playing the fool. He was laughing and said “Don’t try to fool me. Please tell Priya to come out. I have a gift for her. Please stop this nonsense”.

Then they showed him the original death certificate to him. They gave him this as a proof to make him believe. (Shankar started to sweat) He said.. “It’s not true, we spoke yesterday. She still calls me.” Shankar was shaking with fear by now.. suddenly, Shankar’s phone rang.

“Ai-ya-ya!! See, this is from Priya, see this…it’s her hand phone number” He showed the phone to Priya’s family. All of them told him to answer.

He talked using the loudspeaker mode…..all of them could hear his conversation. Loud and clear…no cross lines, no humming. It is the actual voice of Priya’s & there was no way others could use her SIM card since it is nailed inside the coffin. They were so shocked and asked for Pak Darin’s help again.

Pak Darin brought his master (Tok Chen) to solve this matter. He & Pak Darin worked for 5 hours…then they discovered one thing!!!

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Thanks Jegan!

10 March, 2008

Musclés Dé Dansé: Effort D'université

The Musclés Dé Dansé is a new series of posts starting with this post, Effort D'université. The French name can be translated as ‘The Dancing Muscles’ in English that symbolizes the continuous usage of muscles that comes from the Effort D'université, college stress. The whole series will be something like a college diary about college life.

Used to be home by three
Now I never get free
Everyone seems to agree
Student, I’ll be a dead tree

Work keeps coming until I don’t know time
I hardly can make this darned thing rhyme
Ain’t no bell and no chime
Getting killed, I’ll say I’m

Death maths takes away biology
Failure bring in psychology
Plenty more of anthropology
Parents, I’ll owe an apology

Exploration is fun with food
Nothing is better when meals are good
Teachers do change the mood
Patience, I’ll not be rude

Vans aren’t safe with my driver
Bile flows back into my liver
It’ll soon be over
Swing, I’ll get a fever

Memory losing into the red
Showing bright in my grade
Can’t remember to even sit straight
Concentrate, I’ll not be afraid

Failing is never nice
Not a game with a dice
It’s like how we get rice
Mom, Dad, I’ll arise

That is all I have got to introduce in college. Transport, human relations and college grades is a nightmare in college.