When Love Rains, Heart Takes Cover!

[This post is an extract of the abstract playing at the back of my mind. It has taken so long for me to release it and share it here.]

It was when she tucked that little strand of her hair, falling across her face, behind her ear, I first noticed the smell. She did that with quite elegance while the intensity of the smell started its vigor. Drops of water vapor, stuck to the sides of her goblet, trickled down as she lifted it to her pouty lips and rested it there for few seconds as if she was drinking the holy water offered by the priest. Damn that is when I noticed her puckered nose. It was strange that I hadn’t paid attention to it before. While I adored that pucker, she caught me unaware with her eyes and narrowed her brows. A sly smile cornered her lips, while what-are-you-staring-at expression occupied her face. I gave, gently, a nod to imply nothing. Her smile extended a little, making her all the more irresistible.

By the by, what was that smell which was increasing at a very fast pace? It was strong but relishing causing an indefinite intoxication which I seemed to enjoy but what was it! The pleasant music playing in the background and the dimmed lightings of a posh suburban restaurant clichéd that romantic scene, as if it was rip off a movie. Perhaps karma favored me that occasion, because my sense of humor was at its zenith. She smiled a little, laughed a lot and reciprocated the apparent presence of someone whom she wanted to be with. I decelerated my verbal communication while rapidly accelerated eye to eye interactions. They seemed to convey more. That is when she said, “It feels good to be with you”.

My mind dropped a white screen and projected all the pregnant possibilities that sentence carried, on it. When my mind was indurating few possibilities, the bartender disrupted my thoughts and asked, “Sir what do you call for, another round or a check?”

Until then the view was from behind me and it was as if the camera track shot-ed 180 degrees coming to the front, semi circumference-ing me. I oblige my mind to look at her. When I realize the un-presence of her, I find myself sitting alone at the bar counter, facing the bartender. That is when I snatch the reality and notice the smell disappear. The smell was nothing but my ‘Love’ for her.

I reply to him, “Another round of my usual scotch and neat!”

The Significance Of This Beautiful Little Thing Called Life

I basically write when I want to express something, something which I feel should be expressed. This kind of feeling… I do not get often, so just bear with me and I promise to deliver. This particular post is about the amount of importance I give to justify my existence as a Human Being to make Life worthwhile!

Basically I’m trying to be rational, not that you might not find me to be the same but just that I’m getting my objectives straight. We have this beautiful little thing called Life, oh, yes, we call it Life for good reasons and for bad you have your souls to blame it for.

Now let us take me for an example. (I’m doing this so that I might not be you and only you can find the difference. You might not agree with me but Fuck it… This is how I am.) Let us stick to the schedule and get to know what I’m worth of.

Every night I go to sleep on a plush mattress, which I’m not worth it. I get up to the smell of hot brewed coffee which is waiting right in front of me. I’m not worth it. I turn on the music system, so that I can listen to some peaceful soul stirring music. I’m not worth of this either. My dad works his ass off and I’m busy using products founded/manufactured/marketed by Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, J. R. D. Tata (late), Royal Enfield, Nokia, Adidas, Tommy Hilfiger and the list goes on. I’m not worth the money I spend on them. I hang out with my buddies (I’m not worth of them too) at places where the page 3 culture has been in dominance. See this one, I’m clearly not worth it. I ogle at female sex all the time, this is a very bad habit and I’m not worth it. All the edible things that enter my mouth, I’m not worth it. The clean water I use, No, I’m not worth it. There are a whole lot of intrinsic to extrinsic things that I’m not worth of.

But all I know is that I have this beautiful little thing called Life and I sure know that I’m going to make the journey very worthwhile!

Bitch You have Angered My Fancy... Do You want Me to tell You more?

Four pegs of Tennessee scotch and eight pints of Budweiser in me and enough high to make me go mad, I’m posting in this blog after a real long time!

I, a son of good parents, am not good. Maybe that is why my ladylove walked away while my world was burning and my heart was yearning. It was not her mistake, it was mine. It was I who was thirsty for her love and with desire of lust for her to reciprocate the same!

But good God why in my love’s sake are you making me suffer. No, it is not your mistake too. Fuck me. I’m the problem and I ain’t got a solution. So big fuck me. Wait I’m taking this too much of this into my head. Relax. Let it get absorbed slowly.

Yeah Fuck Me and Fuck You too. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the low level beggars begging at every fucking traffic signal smiling behind my back. Get a fucking job. Fuck the third level college boys, trying to impress a fucking bitch who assumes to be a fucking model, on a fucking 90’s two wheeler. Slow the fuck down. Fuck the couples going down on each other in my parks and on my piers. Fuck the north eastern Indian bastards with their petite girlfriends serving my hookah and my chopsueys. Ten years in this city and still ‘Tamil Teriyadhu’. Who the fuck employed them? Fuck the corner street locals, wannabe gangsters. Sipping tea in the local tea shop and a fag between the fingers, that fucking doesn’t make you gangsters, assholes. Fuck the fortune tellers walking up and down the beach road, plump and dirty, selling the pure lies. Fuck the call centers and the people working in it. Self-advertising masters of their owner companies, top listed motherfuckers figuring out new ways to rob hardworking people blind. Send those wannbe American Indians to jail for fucking life. You think we didn’t know about your shit? Give me a fucking break. Fuck the Malayalees, fuck the Tamilians, fuck the Telugus and don’t even get me started on the Sri Lankans cause they make us, Indians look good. Fuck the politicians, their long white attire, their silk thundu, swinging parties like jackasses trying to secure their place firm in the government. Fuck the lonely NRI wives with their posh living and their BMWs. Over fed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched all taut and shiny. You are not fooling anybody, sweetheart sleeping with your driver. Fuck the SCs and STs. They do not study at all, they do not care for a better living, and they use up all the government resources and still demand for more. You are not the unable castes. Just move the fuck on. Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating bribes and the uniforms, standing there do nothing with a big grin on his face while receiving the money. You betray our trust! Fuck the missionaries trying to move people from one religion to another, false beliefs of protecting us and delivering us into evil. And while you are at it, fuck God. I haven’t seen him. Old stories of protecting people and the rest is just history for eternity. Fuck the terrorists and backward ass cave dwelling fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray they fucking spend the rest of eternity roasting in a jet fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Indian ass. Fuck friends. Fuck girls. We try to give them our trust and they stab us in the back. Fuck my parents with their endless grief for having given birth to me. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it, from the slums of Pudupet to the posh houses on Boat Club, from the projects in the suburbs to the established in the metropolis. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash, and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.

No.

No.

Fuck me. Yes. Fuck me, sweet child of the devil.

I had everything and I got thrown away, what a dumb fuck I’m!

Courtesy: 25^th Hour and Edward Norton!