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Another rainy day!

In His Story, Story on September 3, 2011 at 11:47 am

A Rainy Day

I woke up today hearing tender trickle on the window shade!! AGAIN!!!

The sky was dark, darker than when it was during dementors attack in Harry Potter 7. Little drizzle with small droplets of water was coming in from the window onto my face, I was feeling like little kid peeing and splashing his own urine on his pants. The cold intoxicating breeze like a breath of a deadly snake was foul by gutter odor. Gloomy weather, half wet cloths and stinky air were ideal condition to sleep off the idle day and skip work just as Sun did today. But my stomach grumbled and twitched, un-brushed teeth and gas in my stomach made me get up and perform my daily rituals. I had to leave this filthy bliss of bed and rotting warmth of moss infested rug to get going.

Water was already nauseating me, mere mention of it was good enough for me to dry puke and avoid any water contact what so ever. But you know, “Water is Life” and all, I had to use it, to brush, to clean my filth, to wash myself after that. I thought of skipping the bath for a day but if i do that today it would be a week without shower, so I strike out that thought for the sake of hygiene, I dry washed myself with wet tissues and put on a lot of deodorant. I was acting like a deodorant to the deodorant. We successfully cancelled out each others odor. So I put perfume. Nice provogue shirt and comfortable pepe jeans were waiting for me where I dropped them last night. Right at the spot near my spanky clean lee cooper shoes. Rainy season is good for leather shoes, no dirt no whitening of black shoes, whatever little mud that gets on them can easily be scratched out with a pen or nail for that matter, they get spanky clean with a small dip in stagnant pothole water bodies. I found two dried up mismatching (matching is for blouses) socks lying in corner of my shoe rack under old newspapers.I got ready, did my hair in the rayban sunglasses and i’m off to work.

I don’t carry umbrella, Umbrella is for uncles. I buy newspaper. When it’s raining it covers my head and when it’s not raining I can ogle at pictures in Bombay Times. And if a nice girl seats next to me in bus I can always pretend to be reading Economic times and impress her. It’s much much better than Umbrella. I went out, drizzle was still on, Two dogs were making love with each other in this romantic weather, A human couple walked past them in the gutter waters. Holding hands, laughing and dirty talking with each other to get in the tempo. I thought they got inspired from the dogs. I washed my shoes in one of the potholes, they look awesome. I polished them with my pants on the calf. Three girls of my company were standing at the bus stop. I smiled, They giggled, I ogled We moved on..

I found my perfect spot in the bus, I can see every girl that boards the bus. Their wet hair, drenched cloths, charming perfume makes my travel entertaining. Some smile at me, some try to flirt, for some I try to flaunt my muscles through my wet shirt. They enjoy. I like rainy season. It makes girls a bit more horny. I ignore most of them.

I don’t care about office. Work is a pastime to get money and buy more cloths. I don’t smoke. So i bought a water bottle. I add some vodka in it and drink off the entire day. I feel fresh when i get out of my cubicle. The rain continued.

I stay late in the office. My boss gets impressed by that, in the night there is none to complain about my bad alcoholic breath so i don’t have to use mouth freshener now and then. No girls around to disturb me while downloading movies and songs. I ask girls to do my work in day, they get it done from their wannabe boyfriends. I don’t sleep with any of them.

I called cab, the driver was dozing so I gave him some of my booze. I drove like Schumacher He slept in the back seat. Rain went on, there was a girl drunk and puked outside my door, I put her on my Neighbor’s doormat, went in, dropped my cloths. Removed my shoes. And went to bed.

Wishing to God there be no rain tomorrow!

Oh My God!! Its Raining!!

In Dil Se on June 6, 2011 at 8:23 pm

Rain

The emotions behind this expression can be anything. It can be a romantically excited sigh of young love birds. Joyful scream of a football crazy lad. Irritated curse of a hurrying house woman running towards cloth drying line or a surprised expression out of a young man dressed in office formals caught by unannounced rain on his way to work.

Rain brings mixed feeling to the world. From a joyous celebration of new life to a choked gutters of old sewer lines. Every one acknowledges the rain. It does not come in stealth mode like winter nor it comes in full bloom like summer. It comes like a long distant relative, who arrives undeclared but brings joy to the family. For me the meaning of its arrival has changed since when I was a little kid. Every rainy Monsoon is new for me. More like a start of all new life every year.

When I was a little kid I used to embrace the first rain at my grandpa’s house. The old house was in typical Indian village. We cousins used to gather there for our summer vacations. It had a huge front yard with a cow shed, few Mango trees, a Banyan tree, A huge pile of hay for cattle, a small servant quarter, a well and a big farm just beyond the bushy fence. We used to play there day and night through out the summer. But then On one fine day hot summer weather will start to change. Black clouds will gather and big thunderous lightening will brighten the whole world. Every thing will go air bound in minutes. Girls would scream and run inside the house. Boys will remain outside as if to fight the storm out. We would jump on the hay pile, blow the leaves into the air with our hand. The whole world used to look like into a marry dance to welcome the annual guest of Nature, The Monsoon. After the thunderous announcement first rain would finally arrive. Sheets of water droplets from heaven with strong Geosmin would fall on earth. Everything used to get drenched in the first shower. Grandpa would join us kids into the rain along with the whole family. The first rain is believed to be holy. Getting drenched in it will remove all your illness and make you ready for yet another year. The first rain dance of the season was more than just a joy for a little kid in me.

As I grew older and started going to school arrival of June changed its meaning. The scent of first drop on soil used to bring along the scent of new school uniform and new books. Schools used to reopen just after the first rain. All the joy of carefree and boundless summer fun used to go into tight schedule of school and homework. The wet raincoats in class rooms, muddy shoes and soiled cloths would dampen the summer fun. Occasional offs due to heavy rain and a game or two of football in knee deep mud was part of rare Monsoon fun in those days. Bicycle rides through the mud on way to school, scoldings of teachers and mother alike for unnecessary getting the uniform spoiled, Hot chocolate milk and Halwa on catching the mandatory cold. Warm blanket, an awesome book and rocking chair with drizzle of rain on a compulsory sick off owing to the cold still brings warmth in my heart. The Monsoon memories of my teenage are still warm like hot chicken soup in my soul.

College Monsoons were no different from the school days, except the muddy cycle rides were exchanged with long bike drives, football volleyball games were frequent on college’s lush green ground. Bhutta, Sutta, Chai and Samosa would warm the cold shivering days. Long drives into the chilly hills with someone special for the first kiss, Unforgettable moments of taking hands in hand and smelling those intoxicating wet hair drenched in the rain for the first time, feeling that warmth trickling down from her lips into your heart. The passion of first love, the excitement, the shivers and then blaming each other for cold and fever that resulted from the brief encounter in the rain. That’s how rain brought romance in my crazy teenage life.

Now the equation has changed. The joy of life, The joy of romance that comes from first rain has gone. All I have to search for is my last year’s umbrella from the attic, I have to get new shoes for protecting against heavy rain, change routes to avoid water clogged area, I curse small kids playing in mud for spoiling my cloths by water splashes. I get worried looking at the young couples walking in knee deep sewer water. I boil tap water and store it to get rid of the microbes that come from the rains. I hate traveling on road and unknown routes for the possibility of traffic jams or any mishap. I don’t eat from roadside for fear of diseases. I start my home medication from the slightest sign of flue. Everything that I used to like about rain has now changed into my hatred.

Where is that kid who used to dance in the rain? Where is that boy who used to play in mud? And where is that lovely couple who used to kiss every time the land is drenched in water?

No.. The rain has not changed!! I am changed!!

Yeh Daulat Bhi Le Lo,

Yeh Shaurat Bhi Le Lo,

Bhale Cheen Lo Mujhse Se Meri Jawani,

Magar Mujhko Lauta Do

Bachpan Ka Sawan…..

Wo Kagaz Ki Kashti….

Wo Baarish Ka Paani…

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Anything for a Victory

In Story on May 19, 2011 at 10:11 pm

It was a huge day… A war was called by the king and he had decided to launch an invasion on neighboring country. He had planned invading that sovereign piece of land between him and glorious eastern civilization for ages. But the passion of their warriors and spirits of their rulers had always saved their independence.

Today King had a different plan. The sovereign country had one weakness. Their western borders were protected by a live volcanic mountain. No one ever dared to travel that land of fire lord. Acrid fumes, steep cliffs, toxic water and deadly creatures were servants of mountain who kept its land safe from human interference. The countrymen also used to respect the god of fire that lived among the mountains. They would never send their people to disturb him from his sleep. He in return would protect their western borders from ruthless king. But today king has decided to test his luck. He would awaken the fire rested so long.

A fleet of soldiers was traveling towards the western borders of country. An array of tanks that can break the earthy armour of fire lord was sent on a deadly mission. The tanks would sever into the very heart of fire lord to wake him up from his sleep. His wrath will be first attack on the sovereign country. While they are busy fighting the fire lord, the king will attack them from northern borders and invade their capital city. The country will fall on its knees in no time. And king will win his long waited prize.

And for this victory his only loss will be a small fleet of army that will be sacrificed in waking up the fire lord.

He was among those suicidal soldiers. He was loyal to his king, an oath bearer to sacrifice his life for protection of his kingdom. A brilliant lad who was son of former war hero and head of his village. As a rule of their country he was serving king for customary five years of his youth. This was his last year and by the end of this month he will be relieved from army service and be able to marry his beloved fiancé. He took out her picture from his Kevlar, sighed and put it back near his heart. He looked away and around to clear his mind from her thoughts.

Their tank was full to its capacity. There were soldiers from different provinces. Some he knew he trained with; some he knew were from the countries king had won and are now allied to him. Some were young recruits fighting their first war, some old warriors worn out by many years of constant struggle. They all looked resolute, ready for a war. They were briefed by commander about their mission. Inspired and motivated to do a task that will create history. The songs of their bravery will be sung for the ages. Stories will be told and praised for years.  They believed him. They also believed that when they come back from their historical feat they will be rewarded by king himself. They will have a lifetime of pension and their kids will be given highest schooling available in kingdom. They believed their king’s lies.

He knew the truth. He knew he was never going to return from this mission alive. He knew he is never going to see face of his fiancé ever again. He knew he will never sit besides his father hearing stories about Great War. He will never taste food his mother will cook for him… He will never be alive again. But still like everyone else He clenched his sword hard and resolved his mind to face the devil.

The king was happy. His fleet of soldiers were on the spot. They hit the fire lord right into the heart.  The volcanic eruptions were tremendous. They swept out villages and army settlements on western border of country. Their rulers had tough time taming that volcanic catastrophe. They had army helping victims out from the ashes. They were all busy fighting with natural war. This was right moment for king who was waiting for years. He invaded them. He marched through already weakened country to the victory. His plan was successful. He gloriously added another province in his expanding realm. His whole empire was joyous. A weeklong celebration declared king. Everyone was laughing, parting, merrily singing praises of king and his brilliant plan.

Everyone was happy…. except one beautiful lady. The one who had lost her lover in his last battle for king. The one she knew she will never see when he resolved to go for the deadly mission. The one who had lost her life’s precious jewel as her king’s petty bait.

Are you Mr. Right?

In Dil Se on April 19, 2011 at 2:17 pm

Are you Mr. Right?

This question is oblivious to you being a woman or a man. Yeah girls, even men ask the same question to themselves everyday. A new breed of metro-sexual men who are insecure about themselves ask this question everyday to the mirror. Am I the Mr. Right? Will I be a choice of any Ms. Right? Is someone searching for me right now? Or will I be one of those unlucky 86 (914 sex ratio in India 😦 ) Do I look good? Do I smell good? Why that other guy is so popular among girls and not me?

If you are a guy reading this perhaps the one who stumbled upon this through Google search then see yourself once again. Do you have a big tummy growing around your west because of inactivity in real world? Or Do you spend 80% of your time searching babes on internet and getting high by dirty chatting with them? Do you have phone pals? You can be extremely funny with an online girl-friend but stammer in front of a female receptionist. If you have even one of these characteristics then perhaps some where deep in your mind you know that you are one of those unlucky 86. You know you are not gonna get the girl you yearn for.

Girls, this breed of digital males is increasing these days. Since the time girls have started choosing their mates, males have become insecure. They think there is no point in fighting among themselves when the most eligible female mate can easily be wooed by a non compatible male. Because of this insecurity these males have started to become obsessed by female ideas of perfect male. That is Mr. Right. Now the question arises how to become Mr. Right?

As we know Woman mind is the most mysterious place in universe. Seeking an answer there is like searching for source of light in black hole. And searching for answer to “Mr. Right” question is beyond scope of male brain. So what do males do? They compare themselves with most successful males. TV/Movie stars, Sport stars etc. They try to become like them. Working out, protein diets, facials, make ups, apparels, accessories have become a part of their obsession. They have started taking care of their complexion, hair, diet, figure, looks. They started waxing, plucking, threading, dying. In the race of becoming the Mr. Right they are actually loosing their Macho image.

But then do all these feminine obsession really succeed? Now this is utmost important question to both the sexes who are reading this. Girls/Boys what do you think about a guy who talks about SPF 40 sunscreen better than Petronas W02 car? or a guy who skips a sports bar hang out for an appointment with hair dresser? Surely you gonna doubt about existence of his testicle sack. But then that’s the reality. There are men getting counseling for  after break up depression. Men who are made polygamous by nature why get devastated after loosing one female mate (in most of cases without mating) ? And do you think these are the Males nature will consider for propagating Human species?

Mr. Right is totally a female concept. To become a Mr. Right is like being born from female “Brain” rather than from her womb. If you think you want to be Mr. Right then be yourself. Be Macho, be testorious not like a sissy. I know girls will agree to me when i say they will choose a guy with testicle sack than a guy with make up kit.

On a closing note i would like to quote a Chinese guy from China Town

“Be a Man, Do the Right thing”

Alone in the corner

In Dil Se on February 8, 2011 at 7:00 pm

“Go to the corner at ONCE!”

She yelled at me! Mother yelled at me! My eyes filled with tears. Heart filled with sorrow. I looked at the stool in corner. I don’t want to go there. I can’t see anything from there. Only walls. I am afraid of being left there all alone. I looked at mother with my sad eyes. But she was very angry. She just extended her finger towards the stool. I had to go there.

That walk towards the corner was dreadful. I remembered all my wrong doings with my every step. I had broken my toy car which dad had brought for my 4th birthday yesterday. It was not my fault at all. I was playing it with Tommy my dog. We were chasing the car. That car had most dangerous criminal of the City. Mr Bad guy. And i was the savior Mr. Hero. I was riding on my most cruel but fiercely fast vehicle. My ride Tommy the quick bolt. We were chasing the car on the highway, through the doorway. In the backyard. Mr. Bad guy was driving it through the Rough terrain. It was very difficult for Tommy to keep up with his pace. But Tommy was not going to let him go easily. Tommy was deadly fear in Bad guy’s heart.

All of a sudden Bad guy decided to fight back. He stopped. He stopped his car and turned around. The road ahead was blocked. There was no way for him to go except to deadly fangs of Tommy. Tommy Never wants to kill anyone. Mr Bad guy took out his deadly weapon. The death ray gun. Tommy and I were shocked. It was if we die or we save the city. We decided to get rid of Mr. Bad guy at once. We jumped on his car. Mr. Bad guy was firing death rays on us. We were dodging, running, hiding from them. Whenever we got any chance we would crash on the car, try to break Mr. Bad guy’s weapon & his only way to escape, his car. The battle was fierce, it was clash of the millennium. But in the last the good guys won. We had conquered Mr. Bad guy. He had no way to go. A wheel of his car was out. And his death ray had fallen into the bucket in the bathroom. We had won. Tommy and I had saved the city once again.

Oh… ! Now i have reached the corner. I can’t sit here. I hate being lonely here. I can’t see what mother is doing from here. All i can listen to is her presence. I look back at her standing with arms on her waist. I look down. Step on the tiny step on stool. Pushing myself up with my elbow i climb on the stool. I sit there with my arms folded, finger on mouth & legs tangling down. Being alone sitting on this stool is the greatest punishment a man can get. i start sobbing. Counting and chanting god’s name with every passing second…..

“Ohkay Honey Come here to Mommy!!!”

She called. At last my punishment was over. Oh my god those were the most horrible 2 minutes of my life. I looked back at her. She was sitting down on her knees with arms open for a hug. I looked at her standing on stool at once. I smiled with the joyful heart, and cheerful eyes. I jumped down all the way down from 1.5 ft high stool. I went running into her.

” I Promise I’ll never do it again Mommy, I Promise!! Just don’t leave me alone there! Please Mommy.. Please Please!!!!”

She said pulling me close to her heart, “Never my Boy, I’ll Never leave you Alone!!”

Beautiful Lovers

In Dil Se on February 7, 2011 at 7:00 pm

As always she was lonely that day. Standing on a secluded stone. Storm was on his way to the shore but she was not worried by him. In fact she was waiting for him to come, to greet her with his masculine arms, to engulf her with power of his mighty wind. The sea was afraid. He was trying to climb up the stone to hide behind her feet. He was roaring, crying for help. Splashing his water as high as mountain to catch her attention. But she just ignored him, like a mother ignoring a spoiled crying kid. Darkness was around them. Sun slept behind the curtain of clouds. May be he too had no guts to face the storm. Sea grew restless, he was afraid of the darkness and the storm. He just wished he could get to her, and safely hide behind her.

Her mind was calm. She was serene like a saint. She was Enjoying the wind flowing through her wide spread slender arms. Grass waving beneath her feet was cheering her up. She had waited for a year to meet his vehement love. She knew his love will be strong. She knew his fiery strength. And that was just what she wanted so strong. She was thirsty like a parched land; she wanted to be drenched in the shower of his passionate love, to be full once again to bear his fruits on her.

He still had a long way to cross before he could meet her. She could see his tall figure striding over the surface of sea. The clouds formed aura around him. It made him look more desirable. Like a king of the land his head was crowned with shimmering lightning. Now and then he would strike the sea with his sword. Whole universe would quiver hearing to his thunderous stroke. She was delighted to see him once again.

At last he came. The year full of wait and separation was over. He was passionate as ever. She was delighted as always. The whole world saw their passionate love. Her slender figure bending, twisting and twitching by his might. Her challenging grace inviting him again and again. He would kiss her, embrace her, move her from side to side. She too was enjoying it, Her thirst for him was quenched, her bare body was now ready to bear new color of life. She had met him at last. He had drenched her with his love once again.

The storm abated. He was calm now. The universe who witnessed the clash of lovers was silent. The lonely tree on stone was standing tall once again. Her slender branches were sprouting new leaves. The ground beneath her feet was growing green with new saplings. The beautiful nature was cheerful again. Cause she had met her lover, The Monsoon!

Good Marning Fellas!!

In His Story on February 4, 2011 at 7:00 pm

I enter my office. Sleepy with 45 mins bus ride, takes stair to climb up 4 floors. The breath is heavy, mind is confused. I fumble with my bag to search for the swipe card. The card comes out with all junk from the bag, mobile charger, head phones, data cord all entangled with swipe card strip. I somehow manage to take the card out, people in the queue of swiping start yelling at me to do it fast. They go past me to swipe it in time, my juggling with all the stuff intensifies. I feel like a retarded child.

And then suddenly when I have all contents of my bag out of it entangled like small intestine she comes, shimmering with most pleasant smile ever. The world suddenly starts moving in slow motion. Yelling people in queue fade out in blurriness. Ticking clock of swipe machines waits a moment more to tick out next second. Looking down with shying eyes she tucks her hair behind her ear. And smiling through corner of her lips she walks past me. I hear a faint “Good Morning” amongst the commotion flying into my ear. I am transfixed.

That greeting transforms me. The retarded child standing with his broken toy suddenly transforms in to a devil with opened up intestine of a dead man in hand. Chest swells, biceps bulge out, tummy goes in and shoulders spread wide. With the gesture of owner of the company I swipe in on the machine. It approves with a long beep. I turn around with bag on shoulder and pride in heart to greet her back and walk down with her through the corridor to cubicle.

And there she is, standing a bit away from queue, elegantly balancing her purse on shoulder, waves at me. I am on heaven.  I lift my hand to wave her back but just then a giant arrogant bull dodges me from behind. I look at him with as much rage I can summon in my eyes. But he just walks by unheeded by my malicious look. I am angry on him. He continues to walk down straight towards her.

She smiles at him. Fanatically Waves her hand to catch his attention. I feel like left alone in the world. I feel like everyone around me has seen my idiotic assumption of her waving at me. Giving me some recognition. Greeting me, smiling at me. I feel ashamed. I return back to my being a bullied donkey.  Shoulders down, eyes scanning the cracked tiles. I continue my walk through the corridor towards the cubicle. I am too embarrassed to look up.

I walk to my cubicle sits down on chair, turns on the PC and pushing aside Image of her smile I start checking out my Time sheet!

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