Amazing people who make me go on n on n on:)

30 November, 2008

A Night at The Taj...An Appointment with a Gun man...

Well, you said it was a big night
So I dressed up in my best.
Took out that string of pearls,
That for years had been in rest.
Then the red chiffon saree which you liked so much on me
And in the tresses a blushing rose to match,
Garnished with my infectious and perpetual smile
That anyone could catch.

Yes, you were taking me to The Taj,
Your promotion deserved extravagance.
Oh to mingle with the elite!
Wouldn’t it be like a sojourn in the heavens?

The mighty edifice of The Taj took my breath away
You held me by the hand, as my faltering footsteps gently swayed.
We sat in a posh corner, flooded with the arch lights
The prices on the menu almost gave me a fright.
But then the sparkle in your eyes reassured...
‘Don’t worry dear, this is just the beginning,
There’s nothing in life that soon we won’t afford...’

And then a different light blinded my vision
The soft scores of the band man’s symphony,
Was altered by a jarring cacophony.
And then all madness broke lose...
Gun men opened bullets in a fanatic rage,
The picturesque ambience soon turned into a maze.
Bodies falling around us,
Like card houses blown off in the wind.
Screams and cries raising the swell...
My heaven suddenly transpired into a hell.

You held my hand again, to pull me out of my stupor,
As I had just turned numb, nothing seemed to register.
We should run....yes...it instantly dawned,
But where? ... The firing went on and on...

We rushed towards the staircase,
Soon to be halted in our pace.
A dead beauty lay there with mouth gaping,
Blood stained on her diamonds still sparkling.
And while we were watching this, another fell before me,
It was you my dear falling into eternity,
Who had been a living breathing specimen of humanity.
Oh let this be a nightmare!
Please pinch me back to sanity.

It had been just a few seconds,
But we had moved milestones ahead
Towards the dead.
For soon a bullet pierced my thoughtless flood
The red of my saree,
Merging with the red of my blood.

Now arms of death were engulfing me,
The terror and panic were going past.
What was supposed to be the beginning,
Became our very last!

But why today? Why us?
What did we do to you my ‘dear’ gunman?
We were so common,
In a crowd we would be lost.
We had so many aspirations,
And a life that was dearly bought.

And what about my two children,
Whom we left home alone first time?
Will they now be left alone forever?
Where would their lives sublime?

How did you get so much hate in you my gunman,
To slain me without knowing what I stood for?
Didn’t you think of your own children?
Or of your mother who sheltered you in her womb?
Just for some vague drilled ideas,
You got ready to walk to your tomb?

Now hate you have scattered in the air.
Who is to judge, who is right and what is fair?
You fought to avenge your wrongs
But what about the wrongs you added to our list,
That clouds all reasoning in a never ending mist?

Hate would beget hate
What world are you striving for?
You say you’ve been through hell
But hell is what you are extending more.
Now I am dead,
Is your mission complete?
Let me put a final word that ain’t so tough,
How many more to go,
Before you say,
Enough is enough!

Why the bloody hell, are all good things married, fattening or illegal?

Yes my dear, its true...try it out...research, analyse, and crib at the unfairness of it...
But there’s bloody nothing in this world you can do about it.

A hot gal- ambling right out of the pages of what dreams are made of... a chance encounter that could bloom into a budding passionate relation...
N boom....her husband, or fiancée or boyfriend would come from behind to put an arm around that curvy waist and voluptuous statistics to mutely declare...buzz off...

A delicious young dude, with whom you are trying your luck... you just want to take him home to your mommy... (not for her dumb head....to satiate your own crushing urges)...with eyes to drown into and smile to sway you off your feet...and just then from behind would peer, a grinning vixen with the broadest flash of pearly white teeth... “Hi! I’m his girl friend and you must be....?” yup, I’m the one who wishes why doesn’t the ‘dharti’ (mother earth) explode and take me in with it....!

So since mother earth doesn’t oblige, you decide to bury your sorrows in something that reaches your stomach if not your libido.... you walk into a coffee shop and swoon at the sight of an array of appetizers and mouth crumbling desserts...that chocolate mousse is beckoning you and the layer of cream wants you to dive into its ecstasy....those wonderful fried rolls or buttered croissants...that round and soft burger dripping with all encompassing white sauce.....mmmm.....slurp....!

And then again you remember the frigid face of your gymnasium instructor when you would take that giant leap on the weighing scale next day, skipping a heart beat; or the frowning look of your beloved when you ask him/her...so how do I look in this outfit?
So there again you let it pass...there’s that bowlful of green vegetables and fruits to return to! Oh heavens!

Where would my hungry heart seek solace then....?
Diamonds you say, it would cost a steal...speeding on my new sports car, that would surely invite cops to haggle my backside...entering a forbidden zone, and get blacklisted for sure....
Smoke or dope and there’s a battalion of noble nuts ready to give you a piece of their mind (never mind if there aren’t no pieces left for they’ve distributed them so magnanimously)

Then what....?
WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?

I don’t know ‘yaar’.... remember I started with my question....
Go back to the bloody title....I was looking for some answers here, not attempting to arrive at any....

And since I’m sure you’d be as lost here as me-the almighty is....
Let’s just settle with what we have....maybe that dude is right there, garbed in plain clothes and simplicity that hide his heart of gold...that next door girl is for keeps and wouldn’t flutter away at the glimpse of your naked self....and those fruits and vegetables (these are the worst of the lot to accept actually) must be doing some good to the world for the amount people are getting obsessed with them....so fashionably we join the ranks of these wretched souls....
As far as the illegal stuff goes....now let’s keep on at least this one... we have to look for some small mercies....at least till when we are caught...

The strategy after that....? Watch this space!

26 November, 2008

So are you feling gay enough?


Wow...one dumb take in a movie on gay fusion and suddenly the topic is out of the closet and right there in our living room...!

‘Dostana’ broaching on light hearted homosexuality has done it alright!
And if you come from a small town like me...the reactions are equally entertaining and scintillating, if not surpassing the flick itself!

Just recently, I was dragged and placed in a purely dreaded social scenario...it was a gathering of just females (which by itself was enough to choke my guts out...)
When the topics of discussion began to wane to mother-in-laws and maids....I was bit by bit and mercilessly being strangulated to boredom and just about to screech ‘Help’ in a silent prayer to the almighty....when a ray of light came about on the other side of the tunnel....!

The affable lady of the house...the mother-in-law of our dear hostess, wanted to heat up the cold atmosphere and she exploded...
‘Have you seen this movie 'dostana'? (Raised more as a public declaration with disdain than pointed specifically at any wretched soul)
‘Kya ho raha hai aaj kal!’ (What is happening these days!)
‘We could never even think of this in our times...’ tch, tch...the clicking of the tongue was added to blend in appropriate imagery...

Unfortunately the lady by her side, well over her sixties too, had not been blessed enough, to know what exactly the reference was....
‘Kya hua?’ (What happened?)

‘Arrey...shameless things...can you imagine boy-boy together....’ and she pressed the temples of her forehead as though her veins may burst if she would not do so....

Now this was getting interesting....hmmm....
‘Acha!!!!!!!!!!!!’ (What!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
...now I can’t get that horror struck expression of her countenance in words so please spare my soul and imagine it yourself...just raise that monosyllable to the highest pitch of shock possible.

So that set the ball rolling....from 60 to 16 came the next verdict...
‘Yeah dadi (granny)...it was quite a bold subject....!’
It was spoken with an equally snobbish tone by a pretty young thing...though almost immediate was her embarrassment of doing so...she realized she should have just pretended to be dumb in this ridiculous conversation instead (....in the solitude of her imagination I’m sure she would have lusted after the delicious and rippling muscles of John Abraham, when he crooned through the upbeat songs....) anyways and thankfully, the teenager soon made a hasty exit....

No 1. What’s wrong with it but?
No 2. I think it is a disorder...by birth...
No 3. Yes, the boy can’t help liking another boy...it’s like a genetic thing...
(Oh my god....so much for a well informed public in India!)

No 1. You know I saw this in a talk show yesterday...the gay couple said they lived a life of suffocation and fear...
No 3. But all said and done I don’t think it’s a very welcome sight to watch...recently in Chandigarh I had seen a boy couple behind a tree holding hands and fondling and I felt disgusted as I watched and watched....aeuuuuwww.... (Something to that effect came from her mouth as her frowning muscles scrunched up...and naturally she was badgered by questions like...but dear why did you WATCH and WATCH?
Hahaha...good one I thought!


Now all the late 20’s something’s and in all of 30’s something’s were convulsive with unmatched fervour to cast their vote too...
No 3. You know they actually make the best of friends. They are really caring (I noticed how everyone somehow was dodging the utterance of the word ‘gay’ using references like ‘they’ or ‘them’)

No 4. The government should legalize it.
No 2. Yeah it would save the children from the unwarranted curiosity.
No 1. Do you know statistics reveal that per day 6000 abortions occur in Delhi alone...and that too mostly for girls under 17?

(my dear ladies...so typical...how have we landed on discussing sexual ferocity in teenagers from unabashed homosexuality....oh come on...it was just beginning to get interesting...)

No 4. You know we should be kind of prepared that when our son grows up he may bring in another handsome boy as his prospective groom...
No 1. But how do they do it? I mean.... (And she faded off in her remark quite flustered) while the entire room burst out in guffaws as each one must have imagined portions of 'HOW THEY DO IT' according to their sensibilities.

...So from an intelligent conversation the discussion became a pot purée of gross descriptions pouring from polluted minds and weird interpretations of positions and crisis emerging thereby....causing the room to roar with unrestrained laughter.

So dear friends, if you are still wondering...did some conclusion came out of this....then you don’t know the female psyche just yet....and to expect a bunch of the so called weaker sex to reach a logical, sure shot inference, is in itself a big illusion...sorry girls, but some things just hold true....even in our not so gay world!

19 November, 2008

A friend, philosopher and guide


A friend, a philosopher, a guide...
What I unearth in you is my undisclosed pride.
A shoulder to cry on, trust to rely on...
I open my heart to you,
I pour my guts out.
You hear me out with inconceivable endurance...
Whether I sob or whenever I shout.
To you my mind lays bare, even when you are not there.
You know what I am thinking even before the thoughts are formulated in a thread...
Often we end up saying the same words together...
Soul mates they say,
I believe we could be...so profoundly are we in each other.

I say I can’t smile without you.
You say that I am your best dream that came true.
With you I have no restrain,
No hesitation, no shame.
And you feel no need for pretence with me
You say you feel unburdened and free...

We’ve touched each other in ways unheard of...
Where words fail all we need is a gesture
Sometimes a hug or even the mere touch of your hand,
I know you’ve understood... you know I understand.
If this is not love, what else can it be?
What we feel even others can see...!

So just walk on with me,
Till I reach my destination...
The journey is done and I’ve met all tests,
And my body would be aching for rest.
Souls shall we become moving to next life...
Will you still be there or again a new strife?

18 November, 2008

A walking sojourn

Every day as a religious routine, I walk past on a preset route for an evening stroll. For about an hour I am as one with the vista surrounding me as perhaps are the trees that line the path or the street lights that loom menacingly in between. One of my friends had quite judiciously observed... ‘I’ve stopped going for walks...it’s scary how people seem to be running...either from themselves or in a competition to outdo the others’ ...thankfully I seem to be doing none of these...alright you can resolve that at the end of this...

But this for me is an hour of acute observation, critical and earnest self assessment and a bizarre kind of meditation with eyes wide open. It uplifts me in body, mind and spirit, well sometimes literally and at other times in my imagination.

I begin at a slow pace like a dead beat engine, gearing and groaning before the start...often the joints of my limbs protest- aching and creaking almost declining to lift even onto the next step. But within minutes of going past this resistance phase, an uproar of recharge in done... the feet become light and no longer is there an effort to pull them onwards. With quicker steps I tread the cemented path that I have walked over repeatedly for many a well spent years.

The cool breeze rushes past me, trying to erode my surface. The occasional honk of a speeding car makes me digress and a recurrent stone on the way rises threateningly to attempt to topple me over. Sometimes even the street dogs raise their heads and voices in greetings, for they try to defend their territory from my everyday presence. But I do not stop, moving on with eyes ahead like an insatiated traveller...

Besides these tumbling blocks there are also motivational egg ons. Familiar smiling faces, the reddish glow over the horizon as the sun goes down to rest, the melodious chirping or sometimes the wailing of the flight of birds returning after a long day or just the fairly round yet romantic orange glow on the edifice of the full moon. Also my musical gadget with its earphones plugged in to my system, must be given credit for this ethereal experience.

Oh yes! I am transported in this while, to an unknown void, where the outer world ceases to exist. As my body sweats and each pore opens, it is time to let go as well as ooze things in. It is time to be one with myself before I return to the madness called life...

16 November, 2008

To the child yet unconcieved


Hey you,
The little one...
Are you being formed in me as I speak?
Is it really possible that an ecstasy so pure can give rise to a gratification even more perfect?
Can u feel my interiors churning n tumbling to envelop you?
Will you be coming soon or be drained down again with my hopes?

And when you will get formed...
Will my wobbly existence be strong enough to clasp you?
Will the inside of me accept you with just as prominence as the outside of me would project you?
Will I be able to nourish you with all I have or flush you with the turbulence of my moods n reflections?

And when you do come out...
How would it feel to hold your petite identity with my unsure fingers?
How would it seem possible that a tiny creation like you would overshadow my all encompassing essence?
How would that embrace be when I would press you against me n crush all emotions else?
How would I deal with it when I would hold your little fingers and you would take me to a journey unknown?

You would come, wouldn’t you?
Otherwise how would it feel to be stuck in these questions forever?
I hope you can hear me...as I speak...

Why men are rats and women are monkeys?

This great title came to me in one of those dim-witted message texts forwarded on the mobile...the rationale stated simply enough...because men run after holes and women after bananas...
It was intended to be a laughter provoking progression but became more of a thought provoking one....

It’s quite true actually...come to think of it...
Sex does make the world go round...
When I was reflecting upon officially writing my brain wave for blogs, a razor-sharp friend of mine already a hit in this circuit judiciously advised me....put in loads of sex, drugs n some drama n you would rock.....
So I thought that after every write up, I’d just mention in bold...SEX,SEX,SEX...n get away with it....
On a serious note....sex is on everybody’s mind...
The degrees, positions, variations n interpretations may vary of course...within genders n individuals...ranging from sweet mush to downright unmentionable business...
Pick up any guy on Facebook or any other social networks...n sooner or later the beating around the bush ends in a sexual titillatation...
Some may candidly ask...so have you ever had wild, dirty sex...?
N others would be more coy...so what do you feel about physical intimacy?
Or better still...tell them...I was dressed like a cake n they’d say...wow I like cake and specially coz it’s so lick able....sllllllluuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrpppp....

Ouch....please....! Does the cake have any will of its own n hello would you mind asking before thinking of these twerp-like gestures ...creates horrible imagery in the mind....

Bottom line is that all men want to get to the bottom of it...
They really are rats...cautiously poking n groping n nibbling till they get to the hole...bloody pun gets automatically n unintentionally intended here.

Women on the other hand are more subtle...
They are monkeys alrite...but not just that... (When are women ever just one thing at a time...? to think of it...it must have been a woman who coined the word multi tasking...had we left it to the guys they would have twisted it to multi orgasms...what else....?)
Ok...back to women and the bananas...
While the mouse just gets into any hole that comes along...well most of them do...women are more meticulous about how the dish is laid...
Like a dear friend of mine....god bless her dirty mind!...was asked recently at a social do...so what do you think of condoms....? Pat came the reply depends on what’s in it for me...
Monkeys are definitely more rational than rats...after all we evolved from them while we still use the rats to execute all our experiments...

Hence proved and we rest the case...but then again, monkeys or rats, how does it matter...basic instinct remains the same...whether we hold our nose straight with our fingers or twist the hand from behind our head to clasp...it’s eventually the nose each one is getting at...
So as the saying goes...aam khao , guthliyan mat gino...let’s have the mangoes n stop counting where or how we got the seeds from..!

14 November, 2008

The complexity of a female touch


What’s there in a name....said some wise guy....True...but some other prudent friend of mine innocently blurted out recently an equally profound statement which sent the waves of my mind churning...
‘....what’s there in a touch...even a female touch for that matter...?’
Obviously it was a sweet female comrade, oblivious to the conventions of seduction...(me by the way am no expert either...but learning the ways as I move along in my years of first-hand experience n tales of acquaintances n friends)....Anyways, she was nevertheless thereby enlightened with the implications of this universally felt phenomenon...
The female touch....

Discovery stage...
While I take no credit to having groped for and discovered this eye opener...yet I wouldn’t mind if u thank me for begetting this to light...
Well it happened one fine day when I was gymn-ing with my male instructor (...gymn-ing- as in moving on machines n crunches...just to feed your over ripened imagination)....when after a couple of hundred crunches the innocuous trainer decided to give me break n take one too...only for a few seconds...
However I being much motivated by the starlet Kareena Kapoor number playing on FM n her size zero babble everywhere...so equally inoffensively n accidently i held him by his arm to stop him from running away...
N boy there he was all frozen for a few seconds...wow...i thought i am electrical or what...hey, not that I’m India’s answer to Cameron Diaz...or anyone else for that matter...but I’m a female nevertheless...n for guys isn’t that enough most of the times...?

Experimental stage...
So there it was...voila...! Is that a kind of new directive as significant perhaps as Newton’s observation of the falling apple? It was time to test the waters...n surely enough opportunities come beckoning if u know the right place to seek....Diwali-the festival of lights, being round the corner n social gatherings at their peak...it’s quite a treat to sit around in a snug central space n notice human behaviour...
Seek n thou shall not be disappointed...!
A cute hot chick type friend of mine... (yes I have enough of those...so stick around n u may just be lucky if u please me enough)...was sitting next to this really ma-da-ladla (mamma’s boy) in a round of teen pattis (playing flash with cards)...the poor guy seemed as overwhelmed by the huge amounts being put in the kitty bowl as he was with his neighbour jumping every time she won a big hand....it was a sight of purest pleasure to see him squirm within himself...every time she would squeeze his forearm gently and ask...dekho na...please see my cards...should I play on these?....n I would laugh my ass off in my mind thinking she has no idea what he wants to dekho(see) n what he wants her to play on...the female touch works alrite...she won big time that night and no prize for guessing....the maximum was from the awestruck guy sitting next to her...

Supporting evidences....
Now for these I need not cite any more examples for they abound still in my memory bank and in those of the unfortunate ones who have ended up sharing with me such experiences...sure you would remember too if you juggle your memory or be brazen enough to go out and assess it yourself...so my dear cousin....would you please stop holding hands of practically everyone for everything since the time i shared this with you....she’s got a traffic policeman to let her go after not wearing her seat belt, a retail guy who exchanged a skimpy outfit after three months of her having bought it n even her teacher to let her join the language class after he had expressly sent away the others for there were no seats...it’s scary actually to see what a quick learner of rules she is...
However rest assured....this goes in fond memory of all those on whom I have used this tenet unabashedly....thanks guys...I guess now u know why you thought I was different from the other girls...
Also to all those on whom I’ve not used it yet on...or the principle has not been aptly applied on by the fairer sex....no sweat....next time the pretty young thing gently n flirtishly lays her hand on your arm....which surely someday someone will...just reciprocate with equal ease n who knows we’d be reading about the complexity of a male touch soon...
But remember to enlighten us...the lesser mortals...
Well that one for some other day....!
Till then...what’s the use of a thing if once discovered n not applied....
The world is your stage dear ladies n the guys...hey just play on....
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