Do ghosts exist??

Something i guess everyone wonders..But why am I wondering about such a thing?May be the influence of the novel i read recently.In the book "The Ghost" a distraught man is brought back to reality and is re-affirmed of the importance and truth in love and destiny by a ghost.The ghost of Sarah Ferguson who herself has some great romantic tale after some major crisis in her life.The story brings to light various other points i could discuss in detail and bore you stiff.

However first things first.Let me research and blabber about"GHOSTS". Some say there should essentially exist an anti-thesis to God and this makes satan's existance ineluctable.And their theory seems to have wightage.And as satan takes the form of ghosts and other terrifying things (they claim, im no doctorate in ghosts and black magic), their existance is explained.
Yet others claim that there can only be an idealized world as the basis and experiences of vices and ghosts is just an abberation , a hallucination.

But Plato back then had said that every thing in this world is just an image of the idealized world ,something once taken from reality. So should we say these "abberations" are merely a reflection of satan and that they are just as real as any God in case either exists?Someting which suits J.K.R's description of "One can't exist while the other survives".(Nice application dear!!pat,pat!!).

As i think i find an even better argument: the bad or evil we all experience is just a culmination of the absence of good in that instance.Remember the email circulating proving the existance of GOD?The same argument is employed here.This also bring afore the question of black magic, vodoo and all.But answering may take time..and im running short of the same...so i shall continue my blabber later...

u read this crap??Jobless like me kya??[:P]

Football fever!!

I had not been much of a football fanatic(that's an extreme description even now) all the time.My first world cup was in my 10th or when was it??My dad just found the right argument to stop me watching my soaps and hand over the remote to him and that was the beginning.I had stayed awake then too for the final(im planning on it this time...) and some good matches.My dad used to give me constant commentary with all the side and intersting comments about the players and about his schooltime play.Back then i used to like the players with the best style statements or those whose photoes kept splashing over all papers.Guess it continues now too but may be in a refined sort of way.Seems im in love with Zidane now!!

How i envy my friends in Germany.Those in Russia seem to be heading there too.God only knows how they are managing it.Damn it.Right place at the right time.Wishing France all the best...Obviously i want to see Zidane lift the cup..Dad says its not such a good team after all...Hope he is proved wrong....[;)]..my mischevious self again..!

Short story...

Here'z me trying my hand at story writing.Guess its very arbit but then i loved the idea of it being incomplete.

He comes back home with a slightly disgruntled look about him.Seems frustrated and edgy.I dont disturb him,give him water and leave him to refresh himself. I dont let the turmoil in my heart show on my face or in my behaviour.For what could i say when there was no hope left?

Hurts to know it is the end.Even worse is hiding the fact that i know.But there had been no scope for doubt and it was proved beyond doubt. So there i was wondering what could possibly be troubling him and fighting down the urge to comfort him.It was the very reason cited for the trouble as it is.

Maybe i should leave.I am unable to contemplate what the course of action should be.Taking the easy way out?But there is no easy way out according to me.Both are having their impact on me.Leaving?Or continuing here?Both seem to be detrimental to my welfare.And my peace of mind.Time alone shall decide.I hope my strength of endurance lasts.