Friday, October 29, 2010
Post Pujas
Well, again its been quite a while that I blogged and this time I don't even want to bore myself with excuses.
Quite a lot has happened in this span of time.
Vishwakarma puja was obviously very nice. I was super enjoying with liquor and kfc :-)
And I must mention a special note of thanks to the new chinese manja, which apparently is invincible!
Then came my new cell phone.. The Samsung Galaxy S.
I was getting besotted to the high-end phones and thought that I must have one. Having used both the iphone 4 and this one, I finally went for this one. I've been obsessed with it for like weeks now. I love the super amoled display.. love how porn looks magical on it. And, how my new life is "hd".
Then came Durga Puja..
I had lost 1.7 kilos of weight prior to the pujas as an anticipatory weight gain during those 5 days. And well, I did gain back a kilo.
I was drunk for all days, excluding dashami ( family obligations).A bit of pandal hopping, bit of addas...and a lot of drinking made my time.
I did not do much shopping this year, probably I have lost my interest to it. However, I bought perfumes for nearly 10 grands during the pujas. This new Pandey ji's shop at A/C Market has an exotic collection of perfumes.
My latest preference is the Isse Miyake Pour Homme; but still not over A-men.
Post Pujas, my parents had gone out of town for 5 days, which ensured my carnal life back on track. I travelled for 305 kms in 5 days, with a petrol expense of 1100 :-(
God knows what I did!!
My internship is still on, but now I'm getting restless to make it off.. May be this 13th I'll end it. Lets see..
Can't write anything more now.. got some work.. will try and write decently at night.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Dismal formal
Well, finally.. it has happened. Not that "it" which we all want to happen, but the "it" which completes "shit"! Yes, I am doing an internship at RDA Legal. Ok, almost doing it.
The bad part about the office work is, my early morning independent sleep hours are curtailed. The worse part about office is, everything has a decorum to it. You cannot be the way you want to be. For example, I'll be taking my day off tommorow for Vishvakarma Puja, but I just can't say that I won't be coming coz I want to fly kites. Instead, I've to add that " Due to a prior invitation at a Puja, I cannot present myself at office. The decision is independent, out of my own free consent and not under any pressure or coercion."
And finally, the worst part about office is, well, bidding sayonara to my half pants. F yaar!!!!
I mean, I am so not the formal shirt and trouser type :-(
Pathos!
I've uploaded the pic of the room where I sit and ponder during my office hours. The work I've done for the past 3 days at office includes - Trying to do a gift deed, trying harder to do it and finally, giving up! ;-)
Now on the other hand, I've met a lot of clients here. And they are all supposed to be the "big shot" types.
I actually need to pinch myself to believe that they actually are. Bloody shabby dressing, inherited outdated spectacles, a spit tap in the mouth, keeping just memories of hair on the head, carrying stolen suitcases.. it is just so contradictory to the big shots I know till now. aaah!
Enough about it.. Writing only aids my frustration.
Other things now.
Recently I got a new pair of rimless Mont Blanc spectacles, and obviously I've been wearing it all day. It's a golden frame with black sides.. .. something which suits my formal wears.
I tried out the Azzaro pour homme perfume recently.. Pretty good. Not as good as A-men, but may be worth buying a 30ml.
Tommorow is Vishwakarma Puja and I am super excited. I've already bought 50 kites and a new chinese manja ( nylon string) which would help me rule the sky.
The KFC chicken and Beer will obviously follow the proceedings.
I've planned to reduce 2 kilos of weight before the Pujas.. And in the 5 days, I plan to drink and get back the 2 kilos.
My Iphone is due in another 25 days, and I cannot possibly wait anymore for it.
hmmmm.. ummm... ummm...
Bishnu had his operation yesterday.. it went fine.. so now he has 90 days of undisturbed and peaceful shagging at his room.
Ask me for porn my friend!
I saw a Suzuki Hayabusa at CC yesterday.. Some eye catcher it was! If I knew how to ride a bike, I'd definitely have something like that..
Humph..umm.. umm..
Recently, a lot of people have been teasing me about my habit of using the word "generally". Guys, I just use it generally.
Well, I can't think of anything further right now. May be more when I have something to write.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Lazy morning
Its a saturday morning, and I am staying at home after nearly 15 days.
I think all this going around and frolicking has made me tired. I have been sleeping since last evening!
*yawns*
Well, monsoon is over. The clear sky is tempting enough to fly kites, but just that I am perennialy outside my home.
I had a great time on the 15th of the last month, with kites,beer and chicken to spend the day with, and now I am eagerly waiting for the 17th of this month to continue from where I stopped that day.
Since Bishnu is having his operation next week, the venue for this 17th is yet undecided.
*yawns yawns*
College has been going decently well. My results are scheduled to come out next week.. I hope they turn out to be decent as well. However, any mark would be enough to flatter my preparation! :-P
I eat outside everyday for the last few months, and now my weight has now gone upto 83. Not to mention, some whey protein aided the growth.
Hoping to lose some weight again!
My obssession about Thierry Mugler A*men is still there, but now mildly overtaken by my frenzy about i-phone 4, which I hope to get next month.
The story which I was writing, is stuck at mid-way, waiting to be finished. I was a bit short of time and creativity.
Lets see what I can do to it.
Ok, enough for now.. May be I'l write elaborately later.
I think all this going around and frolicking has made me tired. I have been sleeping since last evening!
*yawns*
Well, monsoon is over. The clear sky is tempting enough to fly kites, but just that I am perennialy outside my home.
I had a great time on the 15th of the last month, with kites,beer and chicken to spend the day with, and now I am eagerly waiting for the 17th of this month to continue from where I stopped that day.
Since Bishnu is having his operation next week, the venue for this 17th is yet undecided.
*yawns yawns*
College has been going decently well. My results are scheduled to come out next week.. I hope they turn out to be decent as well. However, any mark would be enough to flatter my preparation! :-P
I eat outside everyday for the last few months, and now my weight has now gone upto 83. Not to mention, some whey protein aided the growth.
Hoping to lose some weight again!
My obssession about Thierry Mugler A*men is still there, but now mildly overtaken by my frenzy about i-phone 4, which I hope to get next month.
The story which I was writing, is stuck at mid-way, waiting to be finished. I was a bit short of time and creativity.
Lets see what I can do to it.
Ok, enough for now.. May be I'l write elaborately later.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
SonMOon! I.. I mean Monsoon!
The monsoons have hit us HARD.
No no, I mean monsoons have arrived HARD.
Matlab, not that! They have just COME with a BANG.
Arey come with a bang matlab.. Uff!
Toh whatever! The rainfall has been torrential and I am pretty delighted, apart from the woe that playing cricket has gone for a toss!
It has been raining everyday, and that too at unpredictable moments.
What I enjoy most in this season is
Again? No not that! :-@
What I enjoy most in the season is driving fast over a puddle on the road and splashing the water on nearby people. Their anger and the way they curse is 'jast mind-blasting'!
And no I am not mean, I have been on the receiving end many times.
Second to that, what I love in this season, is liquor. Liquor and rain complement each other!
You can take the subject of this post as proof of its validity!
Ok. Now, the pictures above.
The first one is a fish, whom I have never seen before (Not that I remember the fishes I see, but this was unique). It was displayed at an aquarium in city centre. I forgot the name, but lets just call it 'fat-head' for convenience.
I had even thought of buying it, but fat-head is priced at 12 grands!
Well, if I have to spend that much, I would rather choose a fat-breast!
The second picture, is a sight of city centre during a ferocious rain.
No, my hands did not shake will clicking the picture. It was clicked from inside my car and that is the rain lashing on my wind-screen. Period.
Yesterday night was great. I spent the night at Anupama, with kutum, his sister and my sister.
Arey not in that sense! Chhi!
I mean we had booze and chicken.. N pijja! :-P
Not to mention, some memorable post-booze antics as well.
Amongst other things, bishnu has finally found a donor. He is supposed to be operated on sometime in September. Sometime after the 17th I wish.
Arka is hating the monsoons, but that is quite understandable, considering how things are 'washed off'.
I heard Rahul speaking in his Australian accent for the first time today, and the only words I have for him are, ' Fosters myte? '.
My exams are over and so are my nagging worries. I have just started writing another story and am wondering how to go about it.
Sorry for rushing off with the ending, I just made a plan to play at bishnu's house today, and the time has almost come.
Ahem.. Time has almost 'arrived'.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Exams!
My 2nd semester exams commenced on the 26th of this month, with English as our first paper.
It was decent ( as it always has been, since time immemorial ) and did not include any pre or post exam worries.
Following English, we had Pol. Science ( read phol saainss ) the very next day. I did not pay heed to the dictation coming from behind, covering all the answers. Although, it is a completely different issue that my pen listened to it word by word.
Honestly, I did not want to listen to her ( yes its a 'her' ), but then I realised that listening to her is better than seeing her. And also, I did not want my fellow classmates to think that she was talking to herself.
Period!
My next exam, is Socio, on Friday. Obviously, it is not surprising that I have found the time to blog.
Actually, this time I am prepared like never before and I wouldn't be surprised if I end up topping the University.
On second thoughts, I would be shocked!!
Infact, I should not joke. I would be paralysed!
Amongst other things,
I had been engrossed in writing 'Indulgence' off late, and hence did not wish to intervene and blog.
The initial satisfaction I had experienced on ending the story, has somehow withered away, and now I am contemplating on writing another one.
I must admit that I did enjoy writing a story for the first time. The end product was so different from what I had planned.
Stranger, is the fact that I wouldn't have written it, had Arka not taken my suggestion for writing an erotica.
It was when he said that he needs time to write one, as he never delved into Mills n Boons, that I thought of trying it myself, as I was familiar with such books.
Hmm.. As an instant observation, I think, reading too much legal writing has brought me this habit of extending sentences with punctuations.
Aaarrgghh!
Concord, had been going on for the last two days, today being the third. Somehow, I did not find the prospect of bunking my gym and kentucky fried chicken, to visit kalamandir, very exciting. So, much to my habit and my friends' dismay, I did not go.
God, I've really become obsessed.
Oh! And speaking of obsession, I bought this perfume named A-men, by Thierry Mugler, which rendered my speech unable to describe the effect it had on me. I could feel romance to the tip of my nose!
My apparent lack of interaction with tristan has aroused the interest of many, at my gym. I feel really embarassed when people come and ask me what happened. I kept on maintaining, what I had said from the starting in defence - ' It's not that we are not talking, just that we now choose to talk in more private conditions! '
I'm greeted with the look, as if they understood that I'm lying. I return it with the look, as if I know I am lying, and catching it doesn't make you smart!
Ppphhhbbbttt!
And finally, I got the compliment of my life recently. A senior at my college, was telling me how women don't attract him anymore, when I innocuously inquired if he was acquiring gay tendencies. His reply was, ' Boss, jodi toke ar tor chehara dekhe amar moner modhye gay bhab ta na jage, tale bhai AI YAM NOT GAAY! '
How tacchy! Tch tch!
Anyway, enough for now. Slumber invades!
It was decent ( as it always has been, since time immemorial ) and did not include any pre or post exam worries.
Following English, we had Pol. Science ( read phol saainss ) the very next day. I did not pay heed to the dictation coming from behind, covering all the answers. Although, it is a completely different issue that my pen listened to it word by word.
Honestly, I did not want to listen to her ( yes its a 'her' ), but then I realised that listening to her is better than seeing her. And also, I did not want my fellow classmates to think that she was talking to herself.
Period!
My next exam, is Socio, on Friday. Obviously, it is not surprising that I have found the time to blog.
Actually, this time I am prepared like never before and I wouldn't be surprised if I end up topping the University.
On second thoughts, I would be shocked!!
Infact, I should not joke. I would be paralysed!
Amongst other things,
I had been engrossed in writing 'Indulgence' off late, and hence did not wish to intervene and blog.
The initial satisfaction I had experienced on ending the story, has somehow withered away, and now I am contemplating on writing another one.
I must admit that I did enjoy writing a story for the first time. The end product was so different from what I had planned.
Stranger, is the fact that I wouldn't have written it, had Arka not taken my suggestion for writing an erotica.
It was when he said that he needs time to write one, as he never delved into Mills n Boons, that I thought of trying it myself, as I was familiar with such books.
Hmm.. As an instant observation, I think, reading too much legal writing has brought me this habit of extending sentences with punctuations.
Aaarrgghh!
Concord, had been going on for the last two days, today being the third. Somehow, I did not find the prospect of bunking my gym and kentucky fried chicken, to visit kalamandir, very exciting. So, much to my habit and my friends' dismay, I did not go.
God, I've really become obsessed.
Oh! And speaking of obsession, I bought this perfume named A-men, by Thierry Mugler, which rendered my speech unable to describe the effect it had on me. I could feel romance to the tip of my nose!
My apparent lack of interaction with tristan has aroused the interest of many, at my gym. I feel really embarassed when people come and ask me what happened. I kept on maintaining, what I had said from the starting in defence - ' It's not that we are not talking, just that we now choose to talk in more private conditions! '
I'm greeted with the look, as if they understood that I'm lying. I return it with the look, as if I know I am lying, and catching it doesn't make you smart!
Ppphhhbbbttt!
And finally, I got the compliment of my life recently. A senior at my college, was telling me how women don't attract him anymore, when I innocuously inquired if he was acquiring gay tendencies. His reply was, ' Boss, jodi toke ar tor chehara dekhe amar moner modhye gay bhab ta na jage, tale bhai AI YAM NOT GAAY! '
How tacchy! Tch tch!
Anyway, enough for now. Slumber invades!
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Indulgence - Part 4
' Honey I was about to text you, I just reached home ', I spoke glibly.
' Thank god! And what took you so long? ', Pooja seemed a bit infuriated. Most women seem so, if you enjoy too much in their absence.
' Arey, we went to Mainland China and got a bit drunk ', I spoke, trying to win her smile by my apparent reasoning.
' Uff.. One night I haven't come and you people become animals ', she complained.
' Absolutely ', I smiled and agreed. ' You have no idea what I would have done to you had you been with me tonight'
This time, I could hear laugh a bit.
'Adi.. I love you! ', she went sweetly.
At that precise moment, I cannot tell you how drowningly guilty I felt.
' I love you too Pooja ', I replied quickly lest she read into the silence.
' Chalo you must be tired. Go to sleep.. Good night hon ', her sweetness pinching my guilt.
' Ya.. you.. too.. sleep soon. Good night ', I spoke slowly.
I'm sure, she blamed my drunken state for my speech, and did not think more into it.
After a round of byes, we hung up.
I went back to the bedroom and saw Saakshi wearing her night-dress.
She came up to me, kissed me, and said, ' Thanks for the wonderful time Adi. It was very precious to me'
I managed a smile. How sentiments always scared me!
I sat on the bed.
' Get ready. Its getting late. You have to go back home, right? ', she said, in a rather unpleasant way.
I was startled.
I mean, I had half-wanted to stay and I was sure she would request me to do so, but a certain firmness in her voice hit me straight.
' Ya.. I'll just get ready and leave ', I said, before I could realize, trying to convince myself that it would actually appease my grieved state.
I could not fathom why she had said it that manner, but I thought a good night's sleep would do me much good.
I got ready, kissed her ( as a romantic formality ) and left.
***
My alarm woke me up next morning, as I sat in my bed and collected my thoughts.
I checked my phone. I had 2 new messages from Pooja.
She had wished me good morning and informed that she would be arriving before evening.
I quickly texted a reply and went to freshen up.
I was wanting to message Saakshi as well,but I was having a double mind about it.
Finally, before leaving for work, I thought I'd just ask her if she is coming and texted her the same.
**
On reaching office, I saw that neither had Saakshi come, nor her message.
I looked around for her again, as I sat on my chair and switched on my pc.
Maybe she was getting ready or was on her way, I thought to myself.
A few minutes past that moment, my mind became devoid of such doubts. Now, it was flooded with different ones.
I had received an email from Saakshi Rawaat, which read -
Aditya,
No wait.
Adi,
If I have not known you too badly, I would reckon that you would be pondering over my absence by now. Well, for a start, stop worrying. There are very few handsome men in the city, and the ones there, should not look otherwise :-)
I had a beautiful time last evening Adi, and I can't ever thank you enough for it. If by mistake, I have done anything wrong or said something which hurt you, then I earnestly beseech your forgiveness. There are actually certain things which you do not know, and I feel, if ever there was a right moment for me to tell you, it was now.
Adi, I feel strongly for you. I have always felt so - ever since our first meeting at office. I do not know what attracted me, or what kept me thinking of you, but I believe that the fun lies in not knowing these reasons. I knew you were a married man who could never be mine, and that is why, I never tried for it. But just because I did not try, did not make me like you any less. You never noticed, how I kept on staring at you from my cubicle, how 'co-incidentally' our eyes met so often, how I straightened my hair and wore dark shades ever since I overheard you saying that you like them, or how the way you flirted with me, made me feel special. I realised Adi, that you truly loved your wife, and all this was very casual for you. I pity myself, because I could not keep it casually.
Two weeks back, our boss gave me an option to handle our import business and shift to the U.S for the next two years. I had agreed to the offer. All seemed well, apart from the prospect of leaving you. I did not know what to do or how to react, and at that desperate moment, I wished, for once, to come as close to you as possible. Again, I did not know how and when, but I wanted to.
Yesterday, I went out with you, hoping that I would tell you about my departure and spend my last day with you, but the situation was turning intimately to my favour and I could not force myself to speak of it. Please Adi, don't feel betrayed. Whatever happened, was instigated by me, and you being a man, have hardly any fault there.
However, I'd like to tell you, that the moments you spent with me last night, you made me feel like a desired woman. This memory, Adi, will always remain fresh in my mind. I am unboundly delighted, that the first man to explore my body, is the man I had always pined for.
Adi, although I feel jealous of Pooja, I also feel that she is a nice and lucky girl, whom you'll always keep happy.
Forgive me again, for the way I separated with you last night, but I had to do it. I could not let you foster any feelings for me, because I was never meant to be yours. You are happily paired, and I had no right to alter that.
My flight is today at 10 'o' clock, and I would be on my way by the time you read this. I apologize for the dramatic letter and the dramatic exit, but you know how sappy women can get! :-P
Lastly, do not think too much about the matter Adi. I am gone for now, and if destiny wished, we will meet again. But, let this not affect you. It would really upset me.
I have never known what love is, and I do not know if that is what I feel for you, but if I have listened to my heart once, I could well do it one more time - Adi, I love you!
Take care
Yours,
Sekshy
P.S. - I have left my handkerchief in your car, remember to remove it.
***
I stood in the terrace at night, holding the handkerchief in my hand. My thoughts were still not exhausted after troubling me the whole day.
Pooja had returned and was cooking dinner for me. She had got a new haircut, which I thought, made her look sweet. After admiring it from all directions, I told her that I'd have a smoke and come.
I could not understand what bothered me most. Was it that the events started and ended at Saakshi's behest, or that I could not turn away from the fact that I was longing for her.
I thought of telling Rohit. But sometimes, when you don't know what you want, no friend can give you any worthy advice.
I had been doing a bit of permutation and combination with the options I had, but nothing seemed to settle things smoothly.
I lied down on the terrace and looked at the sky. I was clutching really hard at the handkerchief.
I thought of my relation with Saakshi again, trying and recollecting any noteworthy event in our acquaintance of nearly a year. Had I actually been that impervious to her affection?
Women are strange. Worse, they become stranger when you try to understand them.
I was feeling a sense of nagging guilt. Guilty to Pooja for my infidelity, and guilty to Saakshi for showing affection in a way I should not have. She might not have fallen for me if I had not tried my flirtatious ways to impress her.
One of my neighbour's sparrow, which had been sitting at one corner, suddely flew away seeing my grumpy look. I watched it fly and again went back to my thoughts.
And probably then, I realized what I had to do.
I smiled to myself, kissed the handkerchief for the last time and chucked it away.
Someone I really respected, had once told me, ' If you are bold enough to take a decision, don't think of it again. Time will help you grow over it'.
*** The End ***
' Thank god! And what took you so long? ', Pooja seemed a bit infuriated. Most women seem so, if you enjoy too much in their absence.
' Arey, we went to Mainland China and got a bit drunk ', I spoke, trying to win her smile by my apparent reasoning.
' Uff.. One night I haven't come and you people become animals ', she complained.
' Absolutely ', I smiled and agreed. ' You have no idea what I would have done to you had you been with me tonight'
This time, I could hear laugh a bit.
'Adi.. I love you! ', she went sweetly.
At that precise moment, I cannot tell you how drowningly guilty I felt.
' I love you too Pooja ', I replied quickly lest she read into the silence.
' Chalo you must be tired. Go to sleep.. Good night hon ', her sweetness pinching my guilt.
' Ya.. you.. too.. sleep soon. Good night ', I spoke slowly.
I'm sure, she blamed my drunken state for my speech, and did not think more into it.
After a round of byes, we hung up.
I went back to the bedroom and saw Saakshi wearing her night-dress.
She came up to me, kissed me, and said, ' Thanks for the wonderful time Adi. It was very precious to me'
I managed a smile. How sentiments always scared me!
I sat on the bed.
' Get ready. Its getting late. You have to go back home, right? ', she said, in a rather unpleasant way.
I was startled.
I mean, I had half-wanted to stay and I was sure she would request me to do so, but a certain firmness in her voice hit me straight.
' Ya.. I'll just get ready and leave ', I said, before I could realize, trying to convince myself that it would actually appease my grieved state.
I could not fathom why she had said it that manner, but I thought a good night's sleep would do me much good.
I got ready, kissed her ( as a romantic formality ) and left.
***
My alarm woke me up next morning, as I sat in my bed and collected my thoughts.
I checked my phone. I had 2 new messages from Pooja.
She had wished me good morning and informed that she would be arriving before evening.
I quickly texted a reply and went to freshen up.
I was wanting to message Saakshi as well,but I was having a double mind about it.
Finally, before leaving for work, I thought I'd just ask her if she is coming and texted her the same.
**
On reaching office, I saw that neither had Saakshi come, nor her message.
I looked around for her again, as I sat on my chair and switched on my pc.
Maybe she was getting ready or was on her way, I thought to myself.
A few minutes past that moment, my mind became devoid of such doubts. Now, it was flooded with different ones.
I had received an email from Saakshi Rawaat, which read -
Aditya,
No wait.
Adi,
If I have not known you too badly, I would reckon that you would be pondering over my absence by now. Well, for a start, stop worrying. There are very few handsome men in the city, and the ones there, should not look otherwise :-)
I had a beautiful time last evening Adi, and I can't ever thank you enough for it. If by mistake, I have done anything wrong or said something which hurt you, then I earnestly beseech your forgiveness. There are actually certain things which you do not know, and I feel, if ever there was a right moment for me to tell you, it was now.
Adi, I feel strongly for you. I have always felt so - ever since our first meeting at office. I do not know what attracted me, or what kept me thinking of you, but I believe that the fun lies in not knowing these reasons. I knew you were a married man who could never be mine, and that is why, I never tried for it. But just because I did not try, did not make me like you any less. You never noticed, how I kept on staring at you from my cubicle, how 'co-incidentally' our eyes met so often, how I straightened my hair and wore dark shades ever since I overheard you saying that you like them, or how the way you flirted with me, made me feel special. I realised Adi, that you truly loved your wife, and all this was very casual for you. I pity myself, because I could not keep it casually.
Two weeks back, our boss gave me an option to handle our import business and shift to the U.S for the next two years. I had agreed to the offer. All seemed well, apart from the prospect of leaving you. I did not know what to do or how to react, and at that desperate moment, I wished, for once, to come as close to you as possible. Again, I did not know how and when, but I wanted to.
Yesterday, I went out with you, hoping that I would tell you about my departure and spend my last day with you, but the situation was turning intimately to my favour and I could not force myself to speak of it. Please Adi, don't feel betrayed. Whatever happened, was instigated by me, and you being a man, have hardly any fault there.
However, I'd like to tell you, that the moments you spent with me last night, you made me feel like a desired woman. This memory, Adi, will always remain fresh in my mind. I am unboundly delighted, that the first man to explore my body, is the man I had always pined for.
Adi, although I feel jealous of Pooja, I also feel that she is a nice and lucky girl, whom you'll always keep happy.
Forgive me again, for the way I separated with you last night, but I had to do it. I could not let you foster any feelings for me, because I was never meant to be yours. You are happily paired, and I had no right to alter that.
My flight is today at 10 'o' clock, and I would be on my way by the time you read this. I apologize for the dramatic letter and the dramatic exit, but you know how sappy women can get! :-P
Lastly, do not think too much about the matter Adi. I am gone for now, and if destiny wished, we will meet again. But, let this not affect you. It would really upset me.
I have never known what love is, and I do not know if that is what I feel for you, but if I have listened to my heart once, I could well do it one more time - Adi, I love you!
Take care
Yours,
Sekshy
P.S. - I have left my handkerchief in your car, remember to remove it.
***
I stood in the terrace at night, holding the handkerchief in my hand. My thoughts were still not exhausted after troubling me the whole day.
Pooja had returned and was cooking dinner for me. She had got a new haircut, which I thought, made her look sweet. After admiring it from all directions, I told her that I'd have a smoke and come.
I could not understand what bothered me most. Was it that the events started and ended at Saakshi's behest, or that I could not turn away from the fact that I was longing for her.
I thought of telling Rohit. But sometimes, when you don't know what you want, no friend can give you any worthy advice.
I had been doing a bit of permutation and combination with the options I had, but nothing seemed to settle things smoothly.
I lied down on the terrace and looked at the sky. I was clutching really hard at the handkerchief.
I thought of my relation with Saakshi again, trying and recollecting any noteworthy event in our acquaintance of nearly a year. Had I actually been that impervious to her affection?
Women are strange. Worse, they become stranger when you try to understand them.
I was feeling a sense of nagging guilt. Guilty to Pooja for my infidelity, and guilty to Saakshi for showing affection in a way I should not have. She might not have fallen for me if I had not tried my flirtatious ways to impress her.
One of my neighbour's sparrow, which had been sitting at one corner, suddely flew away seeing my grumpy look. I watched it fly and again went back to my thoughts.
And probably then, I realized what I had to do.
I smiled to myself, kissed the handkerchief for the last time and chucked it away.
Someone I really respected, had once told me, ' If you are bold enough to take a decision, don't think of it again. Time will help you grow over it'.
*** The End ***
Indulgence - Part 3
I literally tore apart her shirt, and fondled her breasts over her black satin bra. Yes, I discovered it was satin and not cotton.
I brought her right hand to my head, allowing her to guide me, as I kissed her from her shoulders and upper breasts, to her stomach and lower abdomen.
It is queer, but true, that the fragrance of a woman heightens intoxication.
I was consumed totally by a venereal craving.
Running out of patience, I unhooked and flung her bra away, exposing her naked bosom to my eyes.
She had almost perfectly round boobs, crested with taut pink nipples.
It was amazing how just the sight of it, set my salivary glands working.
I instantly attacked and devoured her pair of delicasies. The feel of her bare breasts in my hand and my mouth, was nothing short of majestic.
She was writhing in pleasure, as I could feel her grip on my head tightening.
She pulled at my shirt and sent two buttons flying. I immediately opened my shirt to rescue the remaining ones.
I do not know whether it happens to everyone, but during foreplay, opening my clothes arouse me further.
She dug her nails deep into my back, as I devoted more vigour in sucking her breasts untamedly.
I had lost all form of self-control then, as I unbuttoned and opened her trousers.
She had delicious and voluptuous thighs, leading to a much desirable feminity. I could unquestionably spend an eternity between her legs.
She clenched at the bedsheet and was now wriggling in pleasure, as I admired her thighs through my body language.
Moments later, I had removed the last piece of cloth on her body and was licking her wet.
I have more than often felt, than women respond to oral sex with more pleasure, than they do to intercourse.
I got up a while later, and lied beside a panting Saakshi, smiling at her.
I did not want to gesticulate what I was thinking. Obviously, it was her turn!
But she almost immediately, went up, and then down on me, toying my extremeties.
First, from over, and then from under my pants, her lustful approach made me realize that some people are meant for homework and not office-work.
The wetness of her mouth, up and down on my manhood, made me contort in blinding ecstasy. It was sweetness so extreme, one could not possibly wish for it to stop.
God! She was an adult version of an orator, probably an 'oraltor'.
Moments later, she laid down on the bed, and spreading her legs, invited me to go inside.
The sight of your naked beloved spreading her legs, is one of the few glimpses men are permitted of paradise.
I took my fully awakened weapon and plunged deep into her. The feeling was stupendous. I felt like a chaste man, losing his virginity.
She was reacting with loud breaths and louder moans to my pounding.
'Adi..hh.. ', was the only word she was able to speak.
The acronym of my name then, sounded crudely erotic to my ears, and I could not thank my parents enough for naming me so.
I think women look their best, when they are in bed, with their eyes closed and writhing in the throes of a toe-curling orgasm.
After a string of rapturous moments, I was about to reach my culminating point, and withdrew just before that.
Saakshi, lascivious as she was, opened her mouth and engulfed my manhood to taste what she had brought about.
And then, came the moment, where my words will fail to describe what I experienced.
If only we could prolong the feeling, I'm certain, men would achieve nirvana.
And as it often happens after orgasm, my senses flew back to me, and I had whirlpool of thoughts tagging along.
***
As I lay there naked, I received a text from Pooja.
' Had dinnr? Whn r u going home? Its half past midnight already!'
I excused myself from Saakshi, went outside and made a call to her.
I brought her right hand to my head, allowing her to guide me, as I kissed her from her shoulders and upper breasts, to her stomach and lower abdomen.
It is queer, but true, that the fragrance of a woman heightens intoxication.
I was consumed totally by a venereal craving.
Running out of patience, I unhooked and flung her bra away, exposing her naked bosom to my eyes.
She had almost perfectly round boobs, crested with taut pink nipples.
It was amazing how just the sight of it, set my salivary glands working.
I instantly attacked and devoured her pair of delicasies. The feel of her bare breasts in my hand and my mouth, was nothing short of majestic.
She was writhing in pleasure, as I could feel her grip on my head tightening.
She pulled at my shirt and sent two buttons flying. I immediately opened my shirt to rescue the remaining ones.
I do not know whether it happens to everyone, but during foreplay, opening my clothes arouse me further.
She dug her nails deep into my back, as I devoted more vigour in sucking her breasts untamedly.
I had lost all form of self-control then, as I unbuttoned and opened her trousers.
She had delicious and voluptuous thighs, leading to a much desirable feminity. I could unquestionably spend an eternity between her legs.
She clenched at the bedsheet and was now wriggling in pleasure, as I admired her thighs through my body language.
Moments later, I had removed the last piece of cloth on her body and was licking her wet.
I have more than often felt, than women respond to oral sex with more pleasure, than they do to intercourse.
I got up a while later, and lied beside a panting Saakshi, smiling at her.
I did not want to gesticulate what I was thinking. Obviously, it was her turn!
But she almost immediately, went up, and then down on me, toying my extremeties.
First, from over, and then from under my pants, her lustful approach made me realize that some people are meant for homework and not office-work.
The wetness of her mouth, up and down on my manhood, made me contort in blinding ecstasy. It was sweetness so extreme, one could not possibly wish for it to stop.
God! She was an adult version of an orator, probably an 'oraltor'.
Moments later, she laid down on the bed, and spreading her legs, invited me to go inside.
The sight of your naked beloved spreading her legs, is one of the few glimpses men are permitted of paradise.
I took my fully awakened weapon and plunged deep into her. The feeling was stupendous. I felt like a chaste man, losing his virginity.
She was reacting with loud breaths and louder moans to my pounding.
'Adi..hh.. ', was the only word she was able to speak.
The acronym of my name then, sounded crudely erotic to my ears, and I could not thank my parents enough for naming me so.
I think women look their best, when they are in bed, with their eyes closed and writhing in the throes of a toe-curling orgasm.
After a string of rapturous moments, I was about to reach my culminating point, and withdrew just before that.
Saakshi, lascivious as she was, opened her mouth and engulfed my manhood to taste what she had brought about.
And then, came the moment, where my words will fail to describe what I experienced.
If only we could prolong the feeling, I'm certain, men would achieve nirvana.
And as it often happens after orgasm, my senses flew back to me, and I had whirlpool of thoughts tagging along.
***
As I lay there naked, I received a text from Pooja.
' Had dinnr? Whn r u going home? Its half past midnight already!'
I excused myself from Saakshi, went outside and made a call to her.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Indulgence - Part 2
It started raining.
The arrival of the monsoons is one of the most cherished times of the year. The torrential downpour always came with a promise of surreal romance.
And as one of those strange co-incidences in life would have it, the fm station we were listening to, started playing ' Bheegi bheegi raaton main, meethi meethi baaton main '.
It was perfectly complementing the moment. Just that I was feeling a bit, and mind you - just a bit, awkward.
I mean, I was witnessing rainfall, listening to enchanting music and sitting beside a really pretty woman; but I am a married man and such thoughts should have eluded me.
I decided to stop thinking.
' So Saakshi, what makes you choose a lounge today? ', I asked, breaking her reverie.
' Aise hi Adi. Felt like taking liquor', she spoke, and then turning towards me, smiled.
Damn, that smile!
' Goodness, what grief! ', I laughed mockingly.
' Evrything is not a joke adi! ', she repeated her smile.
This time probably, the smile wasn't a real one.
' Ok ok! Relax ya. ' I spoke softly, realizing the mistiming of my joke.
'But generally, give me one proof or evidence that life should be taken seriously ', I added sarcastically.
' I only wish I could give you maturity and not proof ', she added with irritation.
' That toh I also wish I could give you kids and not lectures! ', I added with credible seriousness.
She looked bewildered.
But before she spoke, I laughed and apologised for the bad joke!
'Men are disgusting at times! ', she scoffed.
' Truly', I nodded. ' But this was not such a time. Was it? '
I looked at her mischieviously.
'Aditya just drive ya!' , she cried with a pleading smile.
' Ok sorry ', I laughed again.
After another ten minutes of driving, we finally reached our spot.
Not seeing too many cars outside, I expected less crowd inside.
And it just turned out to be one of those days when your expectations come true and you think highly of yourself.
We seated ourselves on the sofa and ordered for two beers.
It was kind of weird, as both of us were dressed in formals, and the only ones present to do so.
But then, clothes do not matter - the spirit does!
' So you come here often? ', I asked, trying to feel easier on the sofa with a few pillows on my back.
' I would have, if I had your company everyday ', she voiced, now flirting like me.
I somehow laughed a lot at that!
* **
My wristwatch beeped 9 'o' clock, as I emptied my first bottle of beer.
I do not know why, but at that moment, I was actually getting a high from a single bottle.
I looked at Saakshi.
I could feel similar vibes in her as well.
God, she was beautiful!
Her open hair fell on her face as she brushed it aside with her fingers.
She had beautiful fingers, I noticed for the first time. Her black nail-polish contrasted wonderfully with her fair complexion.
I do not know if this is true, or just my drunken observation, but intoxication makes you notice finer details of a person, which under normal sight, you would tend to miss.
I mean, I suddenly noticed a beauty spot just beneath her lower lips, on the left hand side.
Also, for the first time, I noticed her eyes through her specs, and it reflected a wild inebriation.
' What are you staring at, Sir? ', Saakshi bent forward and looked at me.
This was worse. Now from the top of her shirt, I had an unobstructed view of her deep cleavage.
Her first button was actually open, and in a sloppy moment, I could get glimpses of her black inners.
Ouch!
The blood flow had increased at the wrong places.
'You know ', I looked at her. ' If I had to name you, I would have directly named you Sekshy instead of Saakshi. '
I smiled and bit my lips as I said it.
She turned red. ' Thanx.. I guess! '
Our second bottle of beer arrived.
I was getting a bit anxious now. I took out my phone and texted Pooja.
' Hon, I came out with my frnds 2 hav dinner, will go home in a whle n let u knw. U njoyn? '
I kept my phone back in my pocket.
There followed an eerie silence, as we took our first sip.
' Aditya, how many affairs have you had in your life? ', enquired a playful Saakshi.
' You mean including the one with you? ', I chuckled.
' No please, spare me! ', she exclaimed.
' Ok then excepting yours', I looked at her and smiled , ' well.. None ya! '
She couldn't help laughing.
My phone vibrated, signalling Pooja's reply.
' Ya we r lyng dwn n catchng up on gossip. Let me knw n dnt drink too much'
Pooja knew that going out with friends meant drinking.
I kept my phone aside.
Saakshi was staring at me. I quirked my eyebrows as a gesture to tell me what she was looking at, but she remain unmoved.
She was breathing deeply. A lecherous smile played on her face.
I looked into her eyes. Probably even she was feeling what I was.
My eyes inevitably raked down to her breasts. She had more than a handful there to ogle at.
Her entire body was aesthetically voluptuous.
I could feel myself getting hard.
I looked away. She had finished her beer. I thought it would be best to finish mine as well and then leave.
' Should we leave then? ', I asked, trying to act casual.
' Sure. Just drop me home'
I asked for the bill and finished my glass.
***
It was quarter to ten, when we had both got into my car. Her physical proximity was overpowering my senses.
She touched my shoulders. ' Adi, thanks for coming'
' My pleasure' , I managed to speak.
I looked at her.
When you are intoxicated, 'at her' means 'into her eyes'. And as I tried to pull my eyes away, it fell and paused on her lips.
I do not know if it was voluntary, or involuntary, but at that precise moment, both of us covered the distance and our lips met each others.
Her carnal touch sent a wave of ecstasy through my body.
She brought her arms to the back of my neck, pulled me close and plunged her tounge into my mouth.
I had not reacted strongly at that moment, but then, I kissed her back vigourously with burning passion.
My hands went upto her breasts, feeling its tenderness and then pressing with manly strength.
After probably two minutes, our lips departed and we stared at each other. I think there was a stark nubile craving in our eyes, which we both could understand.
No words were spoken. I started my car.
I think I was having a sense of guilt somewhere, but it was buried by overwhelming passion.
My manhood was throbbing.
**
I stopped my car outside her house.
I looked at her, probably expecting her to say anything.
' Aditya, drop me to my door'
Saakshi looked straight at me.
I nodded and got down from my car.
Saakshi lived on the sixth floor. Obviously, I read more into the invitation.
I followed her upstairs and eyed her flesh all the way.
She was really hot and I loved the way her assets moved.
She opened the door and invited me in.
I wasn't even aware as to what extent our passion would go on to. I did not carry protection. But, at that moment, these things did not matter.
The flat was nice and well decorated. She led me to her bedroom. I could by then understand, that she was losing her inhibitions.
In a matter of moments, she closed the door and pushed me onto the bed.
She took out her specs and opened her hair.
'Saakshi, you look obsessively beautiful ', I blurted out as I stared in amatory amazement.
She did not reply to that.
Finally, she came on top of me, kissed my lips and whispered, ' You really think so? '
Now, I think she should've asked me the question a moment ago, because at that point, I was in no condition to think.
She literally tore my lips apart as she bit and sucked them.
I wrapped my arms around her and surrendered to her tyranny.
In another moment, I was flooded with kisses on my face and neck. She was really high.
I turned around and got on top of her. Her softness had an addictive charm to it.
I felt and kissed evry inch of her face.
I loved the way she breathed and moaned.
I bit her neck and sucked on it till it turned red. I could feel the sharpness of her nails on my back.
My hands had inexorably gone upto her breasts and now were mishandling them with an apparent sense of freedom. The increased vigour in her moans charged my hormones further.
The arrival of the monsoons is one of the most cherished times of the year. The torrential downpour always came with a promise of surreal romance.
And as one of those strange co-incidences in life would have it, the fm station we were listening to, started playing ' Bheegi bheegi raaton main, meethi meethi baaton main '.
It was perfectly complementing the moment. Just that I was feeling a bit, and mind you - just a bit, awkward.
I mean, I was witnessing rainfall, listening to enchanting music and sitting beside a really pretty woman; but I am a married man and such thoughts should have eluded me.
I decided to stop thinking.
' So Saakshi, what makes you choose a lounge today? ', I asked, breaking her reverie.
' Aise hi Adi. Felt like taking liquor', she spoke, and then turning towards me, smiled.
Damn, that smile!
' Goodness, what grief! ', I laughed mockingly.
' Evrything is not a joke adi! ', she repeated her smile.
This time probably, the smile wasn't a real one.
' Ok ok! Relax ya. ' I spoke softly, realizing the mistiming of my joke.
'But generally, give me one proof or evidence that life should be taken seriously ', I added sarcastically.
' I only wish I could give you maturity and not proof ', she added with irritation.
' That toh I also wish I could give you kids and not lectures! ', I added with credible seriousness.
She looked bewildered.
But before she spoke, I laughed and apologised for the bad joke!
'Men are disgusting at times! ', she scoffed.
' Truly', I nodded. ' But this was not such a time. Was it? '
I looked at her mischieviously.
'Aditya just drive ya!' , she cried with a pleading smile.
' Ok sorry ', I laughed again.
After another ten minutes of driving, we finally reached our spot.
Not seeing too many cars outside, I expected less crowd inside.
And it just turned out to be one of those days when your expectations come true and you think highly of yourself.
We seated ourselves on the sofa and ordered for two beers.
It was kind of weird, as both of us were dressed in formals, and the only ones present to do so.
But then, clothes do not matter - the spirit does!
' So you come here often? ', I asked, trying to feel easier on the sofa with a few pillows on my back.
' I would have, if I had your company everyday ', she voiced, now flirting like me.
I somehow laughed a lot at that!
* **
My wristwatch beeped 9 'o' clock, as I emptied my first bottle of beer.
I do not know why, but at that moment, I was actually getting a high from a single bottle.
I looked at Saakshi.
I could feel similar vibes in her as well.
God, she was beautiful!
Her open hair fell on her face as she brushed it aside with her fingers.
She had beautiful fingers, I noticed for the first time. Her black nail-polish contrasted wonderfully with her fair complexion.
I do not know if this is true, or just my drunken observation, but intoxication makes you notice finer details of a person, which under normal sight, you would tend to miss.
I mean, I suddenly noticed a beauty spot just beneath her lower lips, on the left hand side.
Also, for the first time, I noticed her eyes through her specs, and it reflected a wild inebriation.
' What are you staring at, Sir? ', Saakshi bent forward and looked at me.
This was worse. Now from the top of her shirt, I had an unobstructed view of her deep cleavage.
Her first button was actually open, and in a sloppy moment, I could get glimpses of her black inners.
Ouch!
The blood flow had increased at the wrong places.
'You know ', I looked at her. ' If I had to name you, I would have directly named you Sekshy instead of Saakshi. '
I smiled and bit my lips as I said it.
She turned red. ' Thanx.. I guess! '
Our second bottle of beer arrived.
I was getting a bit anxious now. I took out my phone and texted Pooja.
' Hon, I came out with my frnds 2 hav dinner, will go home in a whle n let u knw. U njoyn? '
I kept my phone back in my pocket.
There followed an eerie silence, as we took our first sip.
' Aditya, how many affairs have you had in your life? ', enquired a playful Saakshi.
' You mean including the one with you? ', I chuckled.
' No please, spare me! ', she exclaimed.
' Ok then excepting yours', I looked at her and smiled , ' well.. None ya! '
She couldn't help laughing.
My phone vibrated, signalling Pooja's reply.
' Ya we r lyng dwn n catchng up on gossip. Let me knw n dnt drink too much'
Pooja knew that going out with friends meant drinking.
I kept my phone aside.
Saakshi was staring at me. I quirked my eyebrows as a gesture to tell me what she was looking at, but she remain unmoved.
She was breathing deeply. A lecherous smile played on her face.
I looked into her eyes. Probably even she was feeling what I was.
My eyes inevitably raked down to her breasts. She had more than a handful there to ogle at.
Her entire body was aesthetically voluptuous.
I could feel myself getting hard.
I looked away. She had finished her beer. I thought it would be best to finish mine as well and then leave.
' Should we leave then? ', I asked, trying to act casual.
' Sure. Just drop me home'
I asked for the bill and finished my glass.
***
It was quarter to ten, when we had both got into my car. Her physical proximity was overpowering my senses.
She touched my shoulders. ' Adi, thanks for coming'
' My pleasure' , I managed to speak.
I looked at her.
When you are intoxicated, 'at her' means 'into her eyes'. And as I tried to pull my eyes away, it fell and paused on her lips.
I do not know if it was voluntary, or involuntary, but at that precise moment, both of us covered the distance and our lips met each others.
Her carnal touch sent a wave of ecstasy through my body.
She brought her arms to the back of my neck, pulled me close and plunged her tounge into my mouth.
I had not reacted strongly at that moment, but then, I kissed her back vigourously with burning passion.
My hands went upto her breasts, feeling its tenderness and then pressing with manly strength.
After probably two minutes, our lips departed and we stared at each other. I think there was a stark nubile craving in our eyes, which we both could understand.
No words were spoken. I started my car.
I think I was having a sense of guilt somewhere, but it was buried by overwhelming passion.
My manhood was throbbing.
**
I stopped my car outside her house.
I looked at her, probably expecting her to say anything.
' Aditya, drop me to my door'
Saakshi looked straight at me.
I nodded and got down from my car.
Saakshi lived on the sixth floor. Obviously, I read more into the invitation.
I followed her upstairs and eyed her flesh all the way.
She was really hot and I loved the way her assets moved.
She opened the door and invited me in.
I wasn't even aware as to what extent our passion would go on to. I did not carry protection. But, at that moment, these things did not matter.
The flat was nice and well decorated. She led me to her bedroom. I could by then understand, that she was losing her inhibitions.
In a matter of moments, she closed the door and pushed me onto the bed.
She took out her specs and opened her hair.
'Saakshi, you look obsessively beautiful ', I blurted out as I stared in amatory amazement.
She did not reply to that.
Finally, she came on top of me, kissed my lips and whispered, ' You really think so? '
Now, I think she should've asked me the question a moment ago, because at that point, I was in no condition to think.
She literally tore my lips apart as she bit and sucked them.
I wrapped my arms around her and surrendered to her tyranny.
In another moment, I was flooded with kisses on my face and neck. She was really high.
I turned around and got on top of her. Her softness had an addictive charm to it.
I felt and kissed evry inch of her face.
I loved the way she breathed and moaned.
I bit her neck and sucked on it till it turned red. I could feel the sharpness of her nails on my back.
My hands had inexorably gone upto her breasts and now were mishandling them with an apparent sense of freedom. The increased vigour in her moans charged my hormones further.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Indulgence - Part 1
The tiring day was taking its toll on me. It had just been 6 o clock in the evening, and lethargy had creeped into me.
I looked around gloomily. The office was too big and too busy, for my lack of interest to be noticed.
Just about to return to work, I made eye-contact with Saakshi.
She smiled at me. Just like evrytime, it had the same arresting aura.
I meekly returned it with a drowsy smile, conveying my present state.
Saakshi shook her head, gave a gentle laugh and went back to work.
She was looking nice. She always did. Infact, her new pair of black shell frames actually made her look a tad more pretty.
I moved my eyes and now stared at my pc.
Somehow, my mind had left the office building, and work really seemed impossible now.
I glanced at my watch again, and was contemplating the idea of leaving early, when my phone rang.
It was Pooja.
She had gone to stay at my in-laws place, and was supposed to return by the evening.
'Yes shona', I said.
'What took you so long to pick up? ', was the instant reply.
' I was just thanking God that I have a wife like you, who still calls me for romance, even after two years of marriage', I said, with a hint of sarcasm.
' Shut up! Listen, Asha desperately wants me to stayover tonight, and I really couldn't say no to her '.
' What do you say? ', she went on.
Now, Asha was her sister, who, much to my occassional dismay, looked mostly prettier than her.
' I say wow!' , I exclaimed.
' What do you mean wow? ', she retorted.
' I mean, wow what love! What sweet bonding! ', I defended myself valiantly.
' Stay over' , I added further.
' Very funny! Fine I'l do that. Did you have any food since lunch? ' , her concerns rising now.
' No. I was starving myself for you at night, but now that you are not coming, I might as well have something ', I derided.
She laughed. ' Funny again! Please have something and let me know. '
' Sure madame! Chalo bye now ', I ended.
'Bye hon'.
A free night, I thought to myself. May be I could ask Rohit, if he is free, to come over and share a drink.
' Oye stop dreaming' , came a girl's voice, interrupting my chain of thoughts.
I looked up to see Sakshi smiling.
' Its amazing how I was just thinking of you and you came up to me' , I said promptly.
' Oh really? ' , her smile implying sarcasm.
' Well, actually no. But now that you are here, I don't mind giving you my attention ', my eyes resting cheerfully on hers.
' Aditya you and your humour can seek appreciation elsewhere ', she said with apparent exasperation.
' Saakshi, you and your beauty should seek appreciation right here!' , I kept on smiling.
She blushed. I could understand that when she looked away and smiled.
' Aditya ', she continued.
' You are a married man. Stop flirting and improve yourself ' , she rebuked with the same smile.
' Saakshi! How can you improve perfection? ', I played on. My eyes now deep seated into hers.
' Ok ok! Enough now '
She bent down. ' Listen, even I am feeling kind of lethargic. You want to go out for coffee? '
Now before anything further, let me elaborate on my relation with Saakshi.
We were office colleagues and also, friends of sorts. She was obviously the prettiest girl at office, and she always counted me amongst the better looking guys ( Probably by the virtue of which I came to be her friend ).
Although I spoke to her regularly and flirted almost everytime, it was always done in good spirits and not harbouring any ulterior motives.
She was the daughter of Sunil Rawaat, the sole owner of a very popular clothing brand in India. Although she grew up in an opulent lifestyle, an unrelenting maritial pressure and entailing tiffs led to her exit from home. She purchased a double bedroom flat at a posh place in the city, and resided there all alone.
Till date, she has not been able to make me understand how independence could possibly matter more than luxory.
Sigh!
Nevertheless, we decided to go out.
After glibly telling our boss some excuses, we went down and I started my car.
'Where to madame? ', I asked, adjusting the rear view mirror.
'Adi, can we skip coffee and go to a bar? ', came the reply, her face straight.
Ahem! I was a bit startled. I mean, not that I do not visit bars, but the prospect of going to a bar, late night, with a female colleague was not something I felt extremely comfortable with.
' Yeah.. Su..re ', I spoke hesitantly. I truly hoped that I could explain things to Pooja, if in case she found out.
' Good then. Lets go to Utopia ', her face reflecting a contagious smile.
Utopia was a lounge, or rather, 'the' lounge of my city. It was always flocked with insanely hot women, and the sight came at a pinchingly expensive menu.
'Sure', I agreed, and put the first gear.
I looked around gloomily. The office was too big and too busy, for my lack of interest to be noticed.
Just about to return to work, I made eye-contact with Saakshi.
She smiled at me. Just like evrytime, it had the same arresting aura.
I meekly returned it with a drowsy smile, conveying my present state.
Saakshi shook her head, gave a gentle laugh and went back to work.
She was looking nice. She always did. Infact, her new pair of black shell frames actually made her look a tad more pretty.
I moved my eyes and now stared at my pc.
Somehow, my mind had left the office building, and work really seemed impossible now.
I glanced at my watch again, and was contemplating the idea of leaving early, when my phone rang.
It was Pooja.
She had gone to stay at my in-laws place, and was supposed to return by the evening.
'Yes shona', I said.
'What took you so long to pick up? ', was the instant reply.
' I was just thanking God that I have a wife like you, who still calls me for romance, even after two years of marriage', I said, with a hint of sarcasm.
' Shut up! Listen, Asha desperately wants me to stayover tonight, and I really couldn't say no to her '.
' What do you say? ', she went on.
Now, Asha was her sister, who, much to my occassional dismay, looked mostly prettier than her.
' I say wow!' , I exclaimed.
' What do you mean wow? ', she retorted.
' I mean, wow what love! What sweet bonding! ', I defended myself valiantly.
' Stay over' , I added further.
' Very funny! Fine I'l do that. Did you have any food since lunch? ' , her concerns rising now.
' No. I was starving myself for you at night, but now that you are not coming, I might as well have something ', I derided.
She laughed. ' Funny again! Please have something and let me know. '
' Sure madame! Chalo bye now ', I ended.
'Bye hon'.
A free night, I thought to myself. May be I could ask Rohit, if he is free, to come over and share a drink.
' Oye stop dreaming' , came a girl's voice, interrupting my chain of thoughts.
I looked up to see Sakshi smiling.
' Its amazing how I was just thinking of you and you came up to me' , I said promptly.
' Oh really? ' , her smile implying sarcasm.
' Well, actually no. But now that you are here, I don't mind giving you my attention ', my eyes resting cheerfully on hers.
' Aditya you and your humour can seek appreciation elsewhere ', she said with apparent exasperation.
' Saakshi, you and your beauty should seek appreciation right here!' , I kept on smiling.
She blushed. I could understand that when she looked away and smiled.
' Aditya ', she continued.
' You are a married man. Stop flirting and improve yourself ' , she rebuked with the same smile.
' Saakshi! How can you improve perfection? ', I played on. My eyes now deep seated into hers.
' Ok ok! Enough now '
She bent down. ' Listen, even I am feeling kind of lethargic. You want to go out for coffee? '
Now before anything further, let me elaborate on my relation with Saakshi.
We were office colleagues and also, friends of sorts. She was obviously the prettiest girl at office, and she always counted me amongst the better looking guys ( Probably by the virtue of which I came to be her friend ).
Although I spoke to her regularly and flirted almost everytime, it was always done in good spirits and not harbouring any ulterior motives.
She was the daughter of Sunil Rawaat, the sole owner of a very popular clothing brand in India. Although she grew up in an opulent lifestyle, an unrelenting maritial pressure and entailing tiffs led to her exit from home. She purchased a double bedroom flat at a posh place in the city, and resided there all alone.
Till date, she has not been able to make me understand how independence could possibly matter more than luxory.
Sigh!
Nevertheless, we decided to go out.
After glibly telling our boss some excuses, we went down and I started my car.
'Where to madame? ', I asked, adjusting the rear view mirror.
'Adi, can we skip coffee and go to a bar? ', came the reply, her face straight.
Ahem! I was a bit startled. I mean, not that I do not visit bars, but the prospect of going to a bar, late night, with a female colleague was not something I felt extremely comfortable with.
' Yeah.. Su..re ', I spoke hesitantly. I truly hoped that I could explain things to Pooja, if in case she found out.
' Good then. Lets go to Utopia ', her face reflecting a contagious smile.
Utopia was a lounge, or rather, 'the' lounge of my city. It was always flocked with insanely hot women, and the sight came at a pinchingly expensive menu.
'Sure', I agreed, and put the first gear.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Insight and foresight
*yawns*
Hmm.. Saturdays now feel like Sundays. I spend the entire morning at home, and wait eagerly for time to pass.
How I wish Bhabesh bhai did not have his dialysis ( which can be re-arranged into 'sadly is' ), or beloved witch did not have her tuitions. But now that they do have it, I can merely sratch!
Recently, I've been wearing this grumpy look all day long. It really beats me why!
I think I've fed my ego and my anger a lot, and possibly now, I've reached the culminating point, where I am angry with myself.
Ok. That's not it. But I sincerely cannot reason out why!
Uh.. Period!
Arka has been writing a 'lau' story, with the usual romance and heart-break, friendly advices, gunda mawali, but a totally unusual absence of sex!
Arka may I know why? I mean, you are not a wannabe Ruskin Bonds. Or are you?
Defend yourself!
But nevertheless, it is quite a good read.
The thing I've started cherishing about blogging, is that, the advent of nomenclature has led to people relating themselves to whatever advice or insult they feel might be associated with them. It's funny how it exposes a few unacquainted shades of people.
Uff.. I love writing!
I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with emotions! :-P
I met this guy named Vinay ( arka don't read nayvi ), at Bon apetite today. He used to come to the gym previously, but haven't met him for a while now.
Probably the less than aesthetic improvent, hurt his ego :-P
Now this was the conversation -
Me - Arrey Vinay! How are you?
Vinay - Hey man! I'm so good! How are you?
Me - I'm decent. Don't see u at the gym nowadays. Wats up?
Vinay - Actually, I play DISTRICT LEVEL cricket, and have hurt my back. That's why, one year gym closed.
Now two things. One, he need not specify that he is a district level player; Two, I'm sure he meant 'no gym' and not 'gym closed'
I can hardly resist annoying such men.
Me, showing some concern - Really? Does it hurt now? Actually I also national level journalist, tai one year total gym! Lot of writing.. * contorting my expression to show the efforts put behind writing *
A most surprised Vinay - Mane? What has journalism with gym?
A pacified me - Exactly what district has with injury. Nothing!
Now a embarassed Vinay - Na mane, actually I got injured during a district match!
I smiled and said I guessed that. Just teased you.
Then we spoke 4 a while and left.
Ok. Now back to my ' words of wisdom'.
@ one and two more - Control your emotions, or it will control you.
@ Hitler - Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned - Buddha
@ patli kamar - Hold on to your heart, don't let it go. If you do, you'll lose your head too. Also, try and realize what others can understand.
@ lsd - Stop thinking. I mean, its useless. Think again when you are sure you can act.
@ Aditya - Smooth roads do not make a good driver.
@ P.P.M - Bhai shob thik toh?
@ vijay galiyan - One day, your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watching.
@ beloved witch - I hope you are really trying!
That's about it for now.. Don't feel like blogging much now.
P.S - Bishnu, I say this in writing now. 5 years from now, if people become less biased towards Rehman, then Shankar Mahadevan will have a similar, if not a greater stature.
Hmm.. Saturdays now feel like Sundays. I spend the entire morning at home, and wait eagerly for time to pass.
How I wish Bhabesh bhai did not have his dialysis ( which can be re-arranged into 'sadly is' ), or beloved witch did not have her tuitions. But now that they do have it, I can merely sratch!
Recently, I've been wearing this grumpy look all day long. It really beats me why!
I think I've fed my ego and my anger a lot, and possibly now, I've reached the culminating point, where I am angry with myself.
Ok. That's not it. But I sincerely cannot reason out why!
Uh.. Period!
Arka has been writing a 'lau' story, with the usual romance and heart-break, friendly advices, gunda mawali, but a totally unusual absence of sex!
Arka may I know why? I mean, you are not a wannabe Ruskin Bonds. Or are you?
Defend yourself!
But nevertheless, it is quite a good read.
The thing I've started cherishing about blogging, is that, the advent of nomenclature has led to people relating themselves to whatever advice or insult they feel might be associated with them. It's funny how it exposes a few unacquainted shades of people.
Uff.. I love writing!
I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with emotions! :-P
I met this guy named Vinay ( arka don't read nayvi ), at Bon apetite today. He used to come to the gym previously, but haven't met him for a while now.
Probably the less than aesthetic improvent, hurt his ego :-P
Now this was the conversation -
Me - Arrey Vinay! How are you?
Vinay - Hey man! I'm so good! How are you?
Me - I'm decent. Don't see u at the gym nowadays. Wats up?
Vinay - Actually, I play DISTRICT LEVEL cricket, and have hurt my back. That's why, one year gym closed.
Now two things. One, he need not specify that he is a district level player; Two, I'm sure he meant 'no gym' and not 'gym closed'
I can hardly resist annoying such men.
Me, showing some concern - Really? Does it hurt now? Actually I also national level journalist, tai one year total gym! Lot of writing.. * contorting my expression to show the efforts put behind writing *
A most surprised Vinay - Mane? What has journalism with gym?
A pacified me - Exactly what district has with injury. Nothing!
Now a embarassed Vinay - Na mane, actually I got injured during a district match!
I smiled and said I guessed that. Just teased you.
Then we spoke 4 a while and left.
Ok. Now back to my ' words of wisdom'.
@ one and two more - Control your emotions, or it will control you.
@ Hitler - Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned - Buddha
@ patli kamar - Hold on to your heart, don't let it go. If you do, you'll lose your head too. Also, try and realize what others can understand.
@ lsd - Stop thinking. I mean, its useless. Think again when you are sure you can act.
@ Aditya - Smooth roads do not make a good driver.
@ P.P.M - Bhai shob thik toh?
@ vijay galiyan - One day, your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watching.
@ beloved witch - I hope you are really trying!
That's about it for now.. Don't feel like blogging much now.
P.S - Bishnu, I say this in writing now. 5 years from now, if people become less biased towards Rehman, then Shankar Mahadevan will have a similar, if not a greater stature.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Fun and more!
I've had a couple of interesting incidents in the last two days.
The first one happened at Maniktala mor, where I was waiting to hire a taxi.
I was wearing a black tee, paired with a blue denim and my red puma shoes.
I had my headphone on as well.
A man, who was probably standing next to me for a while, started waving. I promptly took off my headphone and lent him my attention.
He asked me if I would mind him asking a question.
I smiled and said, no, please ask.
He pointed to my shoes, or rather, he actually bent down and pointed to my shoes and asked me where I had bought it from.
My smile broadened, and I replied mani square; obviously, noticing that the puma logo did not ring a bell.
He then confirmed the direction to the mall with me and then asked the name of the shop.
I said, Puma.
He gave me an astonishing look. Further to which, he added ' Naam tao puma ar chobi tao puma?' :-O
I smiled again and nodded, acknowledging the bizzare co-incidence.
Smiling at his discovery, he asked me the price.
Now when a person asks me the price of something, which I feel he cannot afford easily, I feel quite embarassed.
But before I could speak, he couldn't resist the guessing game anymore and asked whether it was 1500 or 1700.
I mentally appreciated his choice of range and told him that it was around the 2000 mark.
This time, the astonishing look was replaced by a scandalized one.
' Shey toh puro Bata'r e moto! ', he exclaimed.
I gave out a half suppresed laugh and again noddingly, said yes - trying to convince myself of Puma's outrageous pricing.
He then said in a very patronizing tone, ' Kintu sheta ki Bata'r moto comfort? '
I repeated the same nonchalant nod, and said ' Amar toh bata'r theke bhalo e lage'
He retaliated with a look of stern dissapproval and continued, ' Ami toh bhai Bata e pori! '
Now, what followed, is the part I really couldn't comprehend.
He probably thought that his words weren't enough proof, or that I was doubting his standards, when suddenly, on the middle of the road, he removed his slippers to show me the bata logo!
I instantly gave him the 'great choice' look and took immediate leave.
He actually followed me and on stopping, asked ' Dada kichu mone korlen na toh? '
I smiled 'again' and said ' na na, oi dure ekta taxi dekhte peyechi'
Period.
The second incident took place at college.
I was talking to a classmate of mine, when a girl came upto her.
( Yes, I did not mention it was a 'her', because I sooo don't want to )
My friend introduced me to the girl, who was from first year and was named Debatree or Debadrei.
I said hi.
So did she.
I asked her which school she is from.
She named it. Obviously, I don't remember which school.
Yes, everything normal till now. But, then...
I asked her where she stays.
She replied, ' *something something*, its just a 15 min drive by MY CAR. '
I said, ' Nice. So what do you do at college? ' ( Considering the fact that classes are a rarity )
She replied, ' I come, hang around with friends and sometimes go to South City in MY CAR. '
I couldn't help laughing.
I continued, ' So you come everyday? '
She quirked her eyebrows and went, ' Yaa! Since I have MY CAR, it is not a problem. '
God! My smile was now bordering on a laugh.
And then she spoke again, ' Ami tale ashchi. MY CAR is waiting outside'
' SURE!!! ', was my reply.
Phew!
She actually came back within a minute to tell me that she had ordered for another car as well.
Ok, this was an exaggeration, but she did tell me next day that she had ordered for another car!
Now, other things.
Apparently, blogging has been perceived to be a threat to 'the very pillars' and catterpillars of friendship, by a close friend of mine.
My advice - Monacco khao, mast ho jao!
My exams should commence at the end of this month, and my preparation is still ' under construction' .
My fondness for Md. Rafi is shifting to obsession. I wonder why I have not heard much of him before.
I've added a lot of people to the ' Kaspersky black list' of my life, and it is really awkward to face them. Some, everyday!
Also, I think I've realised, that I've not faced as much problem with anyone in my life, as much as I have faced with myself.
' Words of Wisdom'
@ one and one more - The same fence that shuts others out, shuts you in.
@ hero - Happiness is a perfume which you can't spray on others without getting a few drops on yourself.
@ copy-right - It already feels nice. I'm sure it'l feel better. Enjoy.
@ Shiv-a-money - There is no way to find out why a snorer can't hear himself snore.
@ Lsd - In love, it is better to know and be dissapointed than to not know and always wonder.
@ Aditya - bhai tui toh puro jaliye dicchish!
@ beloved witch - I really appreciate your gift, but I appreciate more, the tendency :-P
@ bass-tard - I can only wait.
@ my poor-vocabed friends - Believe me guys, even I would have been with you guys had I not chanced upon the planet of waves. That is the source of my 'verbose'.
@ philosopher - I only wish I could pinch like you, but I cannot go into absolute seclusion and intoxication to achieve it.
And again, to end in my friend's way,
Insult of the day -
Rahul no-apetite on seeing bidyut's bare body pic -
' Sir aap ka body toh tsunami victim jaisa hai!
Actually, mazak kar raha hoon, ap modelling try ki jiye'
P.S - Arka, I hope you take things in good spirit
The first one happened at Maniktala mor, where I was waiting to hire a taxi.
I was wearing a black tee, paired with a blue denim and my red puma shoes.
I had my headphone on as well.
A man, who was probably standing next to me for a while, started waving. I promptly took off my headphone and lent him my attention.
He asked me if I would mind him asking a question.
I smiled and said, no, please ask.
He pointed to my shoes, or rather, he actually bent down and pointed to my shoes and asked me where I had bought it from.
My smile broadened, and I replied mani square; obviously, noticing that the puma logo did not ring a bell.
He then confirmed the direction to the mall with me and then asked the name of the shop.
I said, Puma.
He gave me an astonishing look. Further to which, he added ' Naam tao puma ar chobi tao puma?' :-O
I smiled again and nodded, acknowledging the bizzare co-incidence.
Smiling at his discovery, he asked me the price.
Now when a person asks me the price of something, which I feel he cannot afford easily, I feel quite embarassed.
But before I could speak, he couldn't resist the guessing game anymore and asked whether it was 1500 or 1700.
I mentally appreciated his choice of range and told him that it was around the 2000 mark.
This time, the astonishing look was replaced by a scandalized one.
' Shey toh puro Bata'r e moto! ', he exclaimed.
I gave out a half suppresed laugh and again noddingly, said yes - trying to convince myself of Puma's outrageous pricing.
He then said in a very patronizing tone, ' Kintu sheta ki Bata'r moto comfort? '
I repeated the same nonchalant nod, and said ' Amar toh bata'r theke bhalo e lage'
He retaliated with a look of stern dissapproval and continued, ' Ami toh bhai Bata e pori! '
Now, what followed, is the part I really couldn't comprehend.
He probably thought that his words weren't enough proof, or that I was doubting his standards, when suddenly, on the middle of the road, he removed his slippers to show me the bata logo!
I instantly gave him the 'great choice' look and took immediate leave.
He actually followed me and on stopping, asked ' Dada kichu mone korlen na toh? '
I smiled 'again' and said ' na na, oi dure ekta taxi dekhte peyechi'
Period.
The second incident took place at college.
I was talking to a classmate of mine, when a girl came upto her.
( Yes, I did not mention it was a 'her', because I sooo don't want to )
My friend introduced me to the girl, who was from first year and was named Debatree or Debadrei.
I said hi.
So did she.
I asked her which school she is from.
She named it. Obviously, I don't remember which school.
Yes, everything normal till now. But, then...
I asked her where she stays.
She replied, ' *something something*, its just a 15 min drive by MY CAR. '
I said, ' Nice. So what do you do at college? ' ( Considering the fact that classes are a rarity )
She replied, ' I come, hang around with friends and sometimes go to South City in MY CAR. '
I couldn't help laughing.
I continued, ' So you come everyday? '
She quirked her eyebrows and went, ' Yaa! Since I have MY CAR, it is not a problem. '
God! My smile was now bordering on a laugh.
And then she spoke again, ' Ami tale ashchi. MY CAR is waiting outside'
' SURE!!! ', was my reply.
Phew!
She actually came back within a minute to tell me that she had ordered for another car as well.
Ok, this was an exaggeration, but she did tell me next day that she had ordered for another car!
Now, other things.
Apparently, blogging has been perceived to be a threat to 'the very pillars' and catterpillars of friendship, by a close friend of mine.
My advice - Monacco khao, mast ho jao!
My exams should commence at the end of this month, and my preparation is still ' under construction' .
My fondness for Md. Rafi is shifting to obsession. I wonder why I have not heard much of him before.
I've added a lot of people to the ' Kaspersky black list' of my life, and it is really awkward to face them. Some, everyday!
Also, I think I've realised, that I've not faced as much problem with anyone in my life, as much as I have faced with myself.
' Words of Wisdom'
@ one and one more - The same fence that shuts others out, shuts you in.
@ hero - Happiness is a perfume which you can't spray on others without getting a few drops on yourself.
@ copy-right - It already feels nice. I'm sure it'l feel better. Enjoy.
@ Shiv-a-money - There is no way to find out why a snorer can't hear himself snore.
@ Lsd - In love, it is better to know and be dissapointed than to not know and always wonder.
@ Aditya - bhai tui toh puro jaliye dicchish!
@ beloved witch - I really appreciate your gift, but I appreciate more, the tendency :-P
@ bass-tard - I can only wait.
@ my poor-vocabed friends - Believe me guys, even I would have been with you guys had I not chanced upon the planet of waves. That is the source of my 'verbose'.
@ philosopher - I only wish I could pinch like you, but I cannot go into absolute seclusion and intoxication to achieve it.
And again, to end in my friend's way,
Insult of the day -
Rahul no-apetite on seeing bidyut's bare body pic -
' Sir aap ka body toh tsunami victim jaisa hai!
Actually, mazak kar raha hoon, ap modelling try ki jiye'
P.S - Arka, I hope you take things in good spirit
Sunday, July 11, 2010
bmw z3
I saw this car at park street today. I cannot possibly explain how much attention it gathered
Words and more
* Today is Sunday. I did not leave home early today.
* Something is wrong with me. I guess it's the exam pressure creeping into me. How I hate exams! Period.
*I've been listening to a lot of Md. Rafi lately. Suddenly I've found him very endearing. Madhuban main radhika has a resonating vibe to it.
* The difference between noise and melody is blissful. I could not ever thank my headphones enough.
* I love intoxication. It comes with an eternal promise.
* Arka, well done. Apart from your discovery, I also wish you for your writing, which indeed, I have been looking forward to each day.
I think there is a certain boldness, a certain wryness, which makes your posts a very enthralling read.
Coming from me, this is a big compliment because I tend to feel that I am better than most in this field.
Other things.
@ PM - I pity you. Seriously, I do.
I think the best you can do, is to hope that my feelings hover over compassion and not rise the wrong way.
@ style bhai chikna - Don't be eccentric! Anyway, I still think you are very sweet
@ birdie - They say, as you climb the ladder of success, remember the people you meet, as you will meet them again while falling down.
I say nothing.
@ Aditya - A boy, in his college days, sent a telegram to his father, asking for money. He wrote -
' No mon. No fun. Ur son'
His dad replied,
'How sad. Too bad. Ur dad'
Laugh. There is no deeper meaning
@ shivamani - You know, forgive my pride for saying this, but I am sooo better than you at making a certain thing. If you are enjoying my fruits, do not 4get that what I can make, I can most certainly break.
I would really regret saying this if you would understand that this is for you. But since you cannot, ppphhhbbbttt!
@ prophet miyan - Acquire a few more manly traits. Honestly.
But I really think you are one of a kind.
@ devils own - You are working too much now. I wish I could do without you in my life. Pity I love you this way
Virgin maryto - Your presence is apparently unfelt.
@ beloved witch - Really, my wrongs are not on purpose.
And again, to end a way my friend would,
Lesson of the day :
If increased, sleep, apetite and fear will keep on increasing.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Antics and escapades
I really wanted to blog from last night, just did not manage time. I already feel a tad lighter, knowing that I have started writing.
It's been a string of eventful days, punctuated with ambiguous moments.
1. I'm finally resigning to the fact that I truly am falling short of patience.
2. I still don't understand why I have such an inflated ego and such arrogance.
3. I think, more than the company, it is liquor, which can be the best mood setter.
4. I'v had three car accidents in three days, and I swear I wasn't at fault in any three of them.
Hey, swear ya!
5. I've also had nearly 12 traffic violation letters coming to my house in the last one month. Ironically, I can't even remember violating once!
6. Its just a bad time. OBVIOUSLY, I know how to drive!
As Prashant Sharma would say, ' Tell a guy anything, but not that he cannot drive or ride a bike!'
7. My friends have recently made me realise that I speak too much of sex. One of them also exclaimed that I am 'astonishingly explicit'.
8. Sex
9. Sex
10. Are you serious?
11. I have actually become quite obsessed about licking people.
12. I meant metaphorically
13. My studies are now about to shift to the second gear. Obviously, blogging has been cruising at top gear.
14. Couldn't end at 13. Luck does exist!
Now, words of wisdom.
@ KK - Stop reading between lines. Infact, stop reading! God did not give evrything to everyone.
It is a different issue, that to some people, God gave nothing.
'Some people... Some! I will not say who.
But I think you might know him very well. ' - Russel Peters.
@ Bass-tard - Sometimes, a flight can show you the best view of the world; and sometimes, that same flight might give you the last view of it.
Try and not forget how to walk, you won't fly forever. Pity you weren't born a bird.. Your wings will break!
@ Style bhai chikna - I'm very fond of your company. Hope you have enough indifference to deal with things.
@ Bondhu Soleil - There was everything. There is evrything. But then, there might be nothing.
Save the 'something'. You will never face nothing.
Also,
Maintaing a distance, is often ensuring a closeness.
Comprendo?
@ Mowgli - The fruits are good. The burp should be better.
@ prophet miyan - When time is your friend, you are the king!
But being the king, look after your kingdom!
@ devil's own - mellow down!
@ virgin maryto - Impressive!
@ tame samba - I'm sorry. Just like we don't tease the black to be black, dumb to be dumb, ugly to be ugly, we should also not tease a nothing to be anything!
I beseech forgiveness!
Besides, no hard feelings :-P
@ beloved witch - Should I wait an eternity for your daughter's marriage? You can't temt me with good food and get away with it!
To end in a way, my dear friend would,
OBSERVATION OF THE DAY :
When the dirt inside the nose becomes excess, it grows on the outside!
I'm sure you understand.
It's been a string of eventful days, punctuated with ambiguous moments.
1. I'm finally resigning to the fact that I truly am falling short of patience.
2. I still don't understand why I have such an inflated ego and such arrogance.
3. I think, more than the company, it is liquor, which can be the best mood setter.
4. I'v had three car accidents in three days, and I swear I wasn't at fault in any three of them.
Hey, swear ya!
5. I've also had nearly 12 traffic violation letters coming to my house in the last one month. Ironically, I can't even remember violating once!
6. Its just a bad time. OBVIOUSLY, I know how to drive!
As Prashant Sharma would say, ' Tell a guy anything, but not that he cannot drive or ride a bike!'
7. My friends have recently made me realise that I speak too much of sex. One of them also exclaimed that I am 'astonishingly explicit'.
8. Sex
9. Sex
10. Are you serious?
11. I have actually become quite obsessed about licking people.
12. I meant metaphorically
13. My studies are now about to shift to the second gear. Obviously, blogging has been cruising at top gear.
14. Couldn't end at 13. Luck does exist!
Now, words of wisdom.
@ KK - Stop reading between lines. Infact, stop reading! God did not give evrything to everyone.
It is a different issue, that to some people, God gave nothing.
'Some people... Some! I will not say who.
But I think you might know him very well. ' - Russel Peters.
@ Bass-tard - Sometimes, a flight can show you the best view of the world; and sometimes, that same flight might give you the last view of it.
Try and not forget how to walk, you won't fly forever. Pity you weren't born a bird.. Your wings will break!
@ Style bhai chikna - I'm very fond of your company. Hope you have enough indifference to deal with things.
@ Bondhu Soleil - There was everything. There is evrything. But then, there might be nothing.
Save the 'something'. You will never face nothing.
Also,
Maintaing a distance, is often ensuring a closeness.
Comprendo?
@ Mowgli - The fruits are good. The burp should be better.
@ prophet miyan - When time is your friend, you are the king!
But being the king, look after your kingdom!
@ devil's own - mellow down!
@ virgin maryto - Impressive!
@ tame samba - I'm sorry. Just like we don't tease the black to be black, dumb to be dumb, ugly to be ugly, we should also not tease a nothing to be anything!
I beseech forgiveness!
Besides, no hard feelings :-P
@ beloved witch - Should I wait an eternity for your daughter's marriage? You can't temt me with good food and get away with it!
To end in a way, my dear friend would,
OBSERVATION OF THE DAY :
When the dirt inside the nose becomes excess, it grows on the outside!
I'm sure you understand.
Monday, July 5, 2010
More thoughts, more words
Again.
Hardly any notable changes have occured in the last few days, leaving my hair growth.
I've started studying for my semester exams which should commence in a month. Apart from the fact that I have realized, I am late, I have also realized, that I am not too late.
Further to which, I have realised, that I should 'late it be' and not 'late it go'!
Ok. Bad one!
I have fallen in 'lau' with my new wireless headphones, which render me the range of decibels I had been used to, prior to my change of phone.
After I think, nearly a year, I spent a whole day at home today. It was wonderfully dull. Obviously, I do not thank the bandh!
Anne Hathaway has caught my fancy recently, and I have most reverently downloaded all her naked videos.
My friends have apparently over-milked the udders of nomenclature, and hence I again choose to differ in my writing. However, I simply could not decipher a way to comment about someone without giving a name. So, I guess I just change names.
KK and Bass-tard have apparently been blinded. I hope vision returns when the sight is safe.
I speak no more,
don't knock on the door.
Style bhai chikna is a bit lost in confusion.
Be good. Time is your friend.
The decision is yours,
I have heard, love cures.
Mowgli is doing what he specializes at. May some sanity,mellow your vanity.
However, I love you no less,
Chest press, bench press, shoulder press!
Babu moshai, tolerance is a virtue, which I don't have in excess. Do not forget.
Try ane keep your senses ticking,
The bottle is broken, you can try licking :-/
Prophet miyan and I have been sharing jovial vibes. A certain beloved one told me, that 1 has a part to play in it.
Be strong, leave the lion's lair,
Await your time, destiny is fair.
Bondhu Soleil- Firstly, don't waste time behind comprehending the name. It was never your forte.
Secondly, I think you should recollect and restart a particular trait of yours.
Hamba hamba, hoosh hoosh,
Ki bhabchish khankir chele?
Ei line ta baje gelo,
Shob kobita thori mele?
Beloved witch, ahem! Everyday is not a sunday! So.. :-@
B-)
Roses are red,
Violets are blue;
You are stuck 2 me,
Like an obstinate glue! :-P
*kisses*
@ Tanka, after much deliberation, I accepted the fact that money can't buy love. Details when we meet.
@ bhabesh, your computer is not a milf! Try and be less engrossed!
Enough for now. More later.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Thoughts, Thoughts and can of thoughts!
" THE TRUE MYSTERY OF THE WORLD, IS THE VISIBLE AND NOT THE INVISIBLE" - OSCAR WILDE
Not everything which is harmful, your enemy; not every caring person your friend.
I love the feel of this chilled can of liquor in my hand. It gives me a feeling of silent company. Aids my contemplation.
But I don't mistake my guest to be my friend. It is indeed, my friend for the next ten minutes; but after that, the next can is business to its father.
I love the rain. It is always filled with a promise of romance. And probably, this fragrance of fresh air further accentuates it.
As a child, I always felt God was like the rain. Now, that I'v ceased to believe in God, it is strange how I still find the rain divine.
Now, my life.
I'v been reading A.R. Rehman's biography off late, and have been overwhelmed by his persona. Not only is he inspiring as a musician, but inspiring to any human being. Not only is his humbleness astonishing, but also, he has a certain contagious spirituality. He takes no credit for any of his achievments, he believes it was God who did it.
* thinks, drinks, thinks*.. Period.
My chum ditto recently said I should be more wary of surroundings. Now, even I feel so . I really like that guy.
My Sunny friend has recently been bright with sentiments.
The Wise guy has shown clever display of expressions after a hypothetical absence of it.
Chuswant has had less than aesthetical changes.
Bolo coelho, is stuck fast to his credentials.
Ditto is apparently indifferent.
And my beloved witch has been striving to heighten her knowledge. God bless! However, I pray my senses never betray me :-P
P.S - My paragraphs are probably not related to one another. Then again, seeing the empty can in my hand, neither am I!
P.P.S - My good friends bhavesh and tanka believe that characters in my blog are for real and are actually striving to identify them
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Inspirations and conspirations
Quite a few notable things have taken place from the day of my last post. For a start, my blog has been host to two new visitors.
I'v also inspired these two booze-om friends of mine to start their own blog, and quite to my surprise, they seem frenzied about it.
Among other things, I'm on a wrath imbued spree, where I'v severed ties with quite a few people. Not that I am consumed with remorse, but engrossed in self-apprehension.
My frequency of making relations has suddenly been outpaced by the frequency of unmaking them.
On an introspective note, it worries me. On a retrospective one, I recollect revising my orkut friends list one day, to keep only the ones who mattered. May be this is not related, but making absurd relations has always been my forte.
I think when u have taken a strong decision, whether right or wrong, you can just rely on time to let it grow on you.
However, for reasons too many, I think one should always remember the lines from the Koran, which says -
"Never let your left hand know what your right hand is doing".
Now, other things.
I see a lot of changes in my friend 'Bolo Coelho'. His sudden avalanche of maturity has made a lasting impression. However, his basic traits refuse to budge.
Also, I see 'Chuswant Singh' finding new headquarters.
Not to mention, I feel so praaouud!
And finally, a recent tiff with my beloved witch has been mended with a sweet stitch!
P.S.- The possible advent of visitor led to some inevitable nomenclature.
I'v also inspired these two booze-om friends of mine to start their own blog, and quite to my surprise, they seem frenzied about it.
Among other things, I'm on a wrath imbued spree, where I'v severed ties with quite a few people. Not that I am consumed with remorse, but engrossed in self-apprehension.
My frequency of making relations has suddenly been outpaced by the frequency of unmaking them.
On an introspective note, it worries me. On a retrospective one, I recollect revising my orkut friends list one day, to keep only the ones who mattered. May be this is not related, but making absurd relations has always been my forte.
I think when u have taken a strong decision, whether right or wrong, you can just rely on time to let it grow on you.
However, for reasons too many, I think one should always remember the lines from the Koran, which says -
"Never let your left hand know what your right hand is doing".
Now, other things.
I see a lot of changes in my friend 'Bolo Coelho'. His sudden avalanche of maturity has made a lasting impression. However, his basic traits refuse to budge.
Also, I see 'Chuswant Singh' finding new headquarters.
Not to mention, I feel so praaouud!
And finally, a recent tiff with my beloved witch has been mended with a sweet stitch!
P.S.- The possible advent of visitor led to some inevitable nomenclature.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Windows to a pensive mood
There are times when I am truly amused with myself. The extreme contradictions in me, my obssession with encryption, my vehement and lingering anger, my madness with myself.. All make me feel that I'm changing faster than my sense of comprehension. Not only does a change include novel precepts, but also a change in proximity with the near and 'fear' ones.
Probably, this proximity is my strength. Not only do I find a solitary ecstasy, but also, I am free from the pangs of betrayal, bitterness, hypocrisy, pretence, exploitation and all similar work.
I feel different. I always felt so. Yet I stop to wonder if I actually am.
I look upwards and aim for the sky. I feel I might not ever scale such heights: but at least, I can bask in its resplendent power.. lust at it's grandeur.
I cannot feel melancholy the way others can, and I wonder how I should feel about that.
The hungry man by the street does not arouse extreme sympathy in me. May be because I have never been that hungry or may be that I feel that his once appeased apepite should have exhorted him to work and prevent such plight.
I believe in sunshine when I wake up.. and in waiting for sunrise when I close my eyes.
Probaby the beauty of my dreams are pacific.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Bits and bytes
When nothing is going exceptionally special, I wonder what to write about. Yet I must write, for it may be my present perception which is ordinary and not my life.
My college internals are going on. With the benevolent group of friends I have, the exams have been inevitably good.
I've actually come to the realisation that if you aren't well prepared for an exam (which obviously isn't too rare for me), and you happen to sit beside people who are, all you need to do is to get your cheating combination correct to outscore others. Obviously, I am above such mean aspects of life.
I've suddenly been smitten by liquor again, and I have increased my frequency. Although vodka still remains my favourite, I'm very sweet on beer now.
*reminds me - rates at olypub have incread. The beef stake is now priced at 120 and Carlsberg at 131 *
I read a book named 'Bombay rains, Bombay girls' recently, written by Dr. Anirban Bose. It was about his college life escapades and experiences. Not only was his wryness striking, but also the manner of his expression has a lingering influence.
What made me adore the book was his bold manifestation of emotions, and my uncanny resemblance with different shades of different characters. Also, for the first time, I had a dire desire to be a medical student.
My beloved witch has risen to delirious levels of insanity and has left me astounded with her achievments. The latest being a stupendous transfer of heat from her favourite body to her own.
The rest of my life is pretty much the same and nice; or may be I overlook other things just to feel so. After all, an optimist is a person who finds everything beautiful; the beautiful and the ugly.
My college internals are going on. With the benevolent group of friends I have, the exams have been inevitably good.
I've actually come to the realisation that if you aren't well prepared for an exam (which obviously isn't too rare for me), and you happen to sit beside people who are, all you need to do is to get your cheating combination correct to outscore others. Obviously, I am above such mean aspects of life.
I've suddenly been smitten by liquor again, and I have increased my frequency. Although vodka still remains my favourite, I'm very sweet on beer now.
*reminds me - rates at olypub have incread. The beef stake is now priced at 120 and Carlsberg at 131 *
I read a book named 'Bombay rains, Bombay girls' recently, written by Dr. Anirban Bose. It was about his college life escapades and experiences. Not only was his wryness striking, but also the manner of his expression has a lingering influence.
What made me adore the book was his bold manifestation of emotions, and my uncanny resemblance with different shades of different characters. Also, for the first time, I had a dire desire to be a medical student.
My beloved witch has risen to delirious levels of insanity and has left me astounded with her achievments. The latest being a stupendous transfer of heat from her favourite body to her own.
The rest of my life is pretty much the same and nice; or may be I overlook other things just to feel so. After all, an optimist is a person who finds everything beautiful; the beautiful and the ugly.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Wonderful tonight
I feel wonderful because I've seen the love light in your eyes; and the wonder of it all is that you just don't realize how much I love you
Thursday, June 10, 2010
My friend - my pride
This is my dear friend Bhabesh, who has just made a stupendous achievment. Not only is he the first one amongst my friends to this, but also the first amongst my acquantances to do so.
Ladies n gentlemen, he is dating a MILF! In fact, she is not only a milf, bt a MWLF ( Mother We'd all like to.. Ahem! )
I'v posted his expression of elation above my post.
Om bhur bhuvashwaha!
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Impending internals
From the above picture it is easy to discern that I am again seated at my favourite back-bench and as always - found greater work than lending my ears to the lecture.
This picture is in fond memory of those who are now fossilized, waiting for the class to end :-P
We have our socio internals in the next period. Hope it goes better than my preparation
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Truants time-out
It was yesterday night, when while fiddling with my phone, I chanced upon my blog's bookmark and recollected that I had a blog. In fact, I still do!
My lack of perseverance is the only reason for this delay, and I have now decided to mend my ways and be serious about something, something at least.
Well, my life has proceeded.. And even I'm trying to do the same. I feel I have changed in the course of time and so have my ways. Now whether the changes are good or bad, need not be debated, because as always, they are good for me.
For a start, I feel I'v transcended all levels of solitariness, where I'v reachd a point when I'm filtering my thoughts for writing my own blog read by me only! :-P
My college has been going good - when I am going that is. Come to think of it, my absence can hardly be blamed.
Our college table tennis board has become a martyr to the union wars, and now rests in endless 'piece' at the unused corner of the common room.
Now probably being unable to bear the ramifications of their own battle, the unions fought again - and this time ensured jeopardy to the common room entrance.
A vintage lock now holds the closed doors of the common room, where many a times went the common man and once took place an uncommon fight.
This time, our college attendance will not be divided into the 'collegiate' or ' incredibles' and the 'non- collegiate' or 'thank god' castes, due to the reasons mentioned above.
Actually, I just wish for it that way.
With the guranteed absence of teachers being the only incentive to go to college, students are caught in the tug of war between the conflicting thoughts of 'not going to college' and 'not today yaar'. The obvious result ensues.
Princi, we need cheerleaders and lemonades to beat the heat.
Now, other things.
I've developed a liking for bhajans and devotional music, and found it uncannily endearing.
I've been loyal to my workouts and now take supplements as a mark of my love.
Nowadays I spend minimal time at home lest a few more mins make me want to spend lesser time!
I'v lost my penchant for the 'fast and furious' driving, and have mellowed down to 'slow and curious' driving.
And finally, my love life has been going great - just that I'm now check-mate! :-P
My lack of perseverance is the only reason for this delay, and I have now decided to mend my ways and be serious about something, something at least.
Well, my life has proceeded.. And even I'm trying to do the same. I feel I have changed in the course of time and so have my ways. Now whether the changes are good or bad, need not be debated, because as always, they are good for me.
For a start, I feel I'v transcended all levels of solitariness, where I'v reachd a point when I'm filtering my thoughts for writing my own blog read by me only! :-P
My college has been going good - when I am going that is. Come to think of it, my absence can hardly be blamed.
Our college table tennis board has become a martyr to the union wars, and now rests in endless 'piece' at the unused corner of the common room.
Now probably being unable to bear the ramifications of their own battle, the unions fought again - and this time ensured jeopardy to the common room entrance.
A vintage lock now holds the closed doors of the common room, where many a times went the common man and once took place an uncommon fight.
This time, our college attendance will not be divided into the 'collegiate' or ' incredibles' and the 'non- collegiate' or 'thank god' castes, due to the reasons mentioned above.
Actually, I just wish for it that way.
With the guranteed absence of teachers being the only incentive to go to college, students are caught in the tug of war between the conflicting thoughts of 'not going to college' and 'not today yaar'. The obvious result ensues.
Princi, we need cheerleaders and lemonades to beat the heat.
Now, other things.
I've developed a liking for bhajans and devotional music, and found it uncannily endearing.
I've been loyal to my workouts and now take supplements as a mark of my love.
Nowadays I spend minimal time at home lest a few more mins make me want to spend lesser time!
I'v lost my penchant for the 'fast and furious' driving, and have mellowed down to 'slow and curious' driving.
And finally, my love life has been going great - just that I'm now check-mate! :-P
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