La Femme...

Riding, feeling high in this awesome weather. Misty wind through my hair. The season unwinds like a beautiful ballad so wonderfully construed narrating a feeling of belonging. There are so many memories that are attached to it. So beautiful, It just plays out perfectly just like mother nature's earthly rhythms.


The unfolding story of my best friend and his muse

"DUDE I'M GOING TO Chennai", he called.

"Shock and awe mate", i said, "Hope things turn in the direction you want them to".

He'd been in love for a long time. This wouldn't be the first time he is leaving the city to be with a muse. He'd been north. All the while this ensued digitally. Gosh! the things people do when they are smitten.

I sometimes despise the telephonic or the online way of nurturing a deep relationship. There are so many nuances that are missed. You can never get a clear picture of the person on the other end. It is so easy to pretend or assume the other person to be something that they're not.

A little planning here and there, a few clothes thrust'ed in his bag.. A perfume, a book... and he was good to leave...

The bus was right on time. Yep, they said that the bus was blessed, it always came in 45 mins late, considering that the bus came right on time. He jumped right in, with his hopes, ambitions, dreams and desires.

"Kirso could you pick up a few groceries", my mom asked me. With my half asleep eyes,I wiped the drool off my lips. Took the list and left. While i was returning from the grocery shop i got a missed call alert on the phone. It was him, he reached Bangalore and parked himself in a nice hotel in the vicinity of his muse. Asking me whether he was doing the right thing. I told him that it was important for you to know how this will end. And it had too.

"La femme" , That's what i'm going to call him for the remainder of this post, was exited and couldn't wait for the evening. This was the first time in 4 months that he is going to see her. His testosterone level had hit the roof, as high as the Everest.
He had booked a two-seater dinner in a nice upmarket restaurant for the evening and was making final arrangements with the flowers, gift, and a nice memorabilia that he had picked up from the station.

Talking about the muse. If ever there was a remake of the movie "She-Devil", the producers would have to look no further than her as the leading lady. I know it is derogatory for me to talk my best friends love interest like this. But you will see reason as this unfolds.

After nearly 1000 kilo-meters of travelling and spending nearly 1000 bucks on this night. La Femme was not sure about what is going to happen. For starters she showed up. They had a lovely chat. A nice dinner. A refreshing drink. And then he popped the question to her "Your place or mine sweetheart?"

It was decided that they would head off to his hotel for the night. The night went on something like this...

La Femme : LF Muse: M
The hotel door opens. LF walks in and holds the door for her. She walks in behind with a smile on her face. Maybe the refreshing drink was having an effect. She was in a black 1 piece with those lacy things on the back. LF just couldnt get his eyes off the lace as she walked in. Not to mention he held a constant gaze. They plonked on the bed unsurprisingly as both knew what was going through each others mind.

LF: You know baby you have the most beautiful eyes in the whole world.
M: I know..
LF: You also have the most sculpted figure.
M: I know baba..
LF: You know i have spent the last few months thinking about this day. I knew that you will be as ridiculously beautiful as before when i met you.
M: Hmm.. I never knew we will get this far eh?
LF: I have my lucky stars to thank.
M: Why thank them? Thank me..
And they both laughed.. A little bit of nervousness was evident in their laughs. LF made the first move and reached for the lace and untied it. She closed her eyes in anticipation of what was going to happen.. He embraces her and a lip-lock ensues. You know the Hindi move type of kisses. Loads of Saliva, Lots of noise and not even a hint of aesthetics.
LF got busy with playing on the back and then slowly whispered into her ears. "Do you want to change into something more sexy?"
M: I don't have anything to wear other than this, stupid.
LF: Never underestimate the powers of a king who is about to be throned, for he is well prepared for the kill.
LF gets up from the bed. Opens the Almirah. And lo and behold gives a "gift" to his muse. A lingerie.
M takes it and moves into the bathroom. LF cannot believe his luck. The next 30 seconds will change his life forever. 20 seconds into the wait for M to return. LF walks towards the bathroom which is invitingly kept open. He can only see a part of what M is doing. He hears the tap turn on. But that doesn't sound like the tap. He opens the door. And the Horror of Horrors. M is peeing standing up!
From that sight to the Bus station with his stuff only took him 20 minutes, He ran like Tyson Gay (pun intended).

This was the best trip of his life!! At least for me.. it was the best thing that could ever happen to him.
A lesson well learnt..

Never trust relationships which are formed over the phone or the internet..

Never give in to Lust in these situations..

Only in my dreams

Its only in my dreams,
That i'd make believe, we're together.

Khyabon mein dehekte mehfuz ho tum,
bus chaah yehi hai ki is zindagi mein kab toh ikhtesaar honge hum

Im a Hustler with a purpose,
Never ever say die because it is never over...

mera dil dastbardaar kiya hua musafir hain,
par kambakth kabhi tark khaana nahi seekha..

Whose glamour even the most coveted of artists wont be able enough to portray.
Its only in my dreams,
That i'd make believe, we're together.

Tu Is Tarah Se Mere Dil Main Shamil Hai
Jahan Bhi Jaoon Lagta Hai Teri Mahfil Hai

The Birth of the Divine...

April 27th 1986, The systems in the Indian Meteorological Department (IMD) experience a glitch in their systems. The high end Intel E7300 systems just do not seem to respond. Blank static screens. Moments before the systems went bonkers there was a tiny speck, that kept beeping on the radar's. The entire transmission came from a place called Rasayani Latitude: 18°53'44"N Latitude 73°9'24"E. Flummoxed by the turn of events, the head of IMD calls the service center at Rasayani. But then he discovers there is no network there. No transmission, no network within seconds! this is something of magnanimous proportions nothing like this had ever happened before. A Small land mas has suddenly gone off the virtual map!

During the last mercurial battle between the gods and the demons there was a goddess who had to sacrifice herself to kill the son of Satan, Horus. She was the love child of Aphrodite and Hephaestus, divine blood, that of serenity and calmness flowed in her veins. Only she had the power to defeat all that was evil.

As the world witnessed more hatred more bad blood, the Gods decided that it was time to unleash her once again. Resurrection of binding her soul to a mortal body began. Quintesenntially she was a raw as powerful as awe-inspiring as her former self. O hey did i mention gorgerous! The task of bringing her back to earth was entrusted to Ezikel, the most sacred and revered priest of Jaudaism. As for her had the chariot, whose afterburn igited the night sky, which is the symbol of a new beginning. A Similar incident has taken place when Jesus himself was born.

Little did the guys at IMD, know that Ezikiel was riding his chariot guarded by angels exactly at those co-ordinates. The prophet was delivering a tribute.

As apt as her creation, which could'nt have any words to describe it. She was too precious to have a name..

As I lay dying

As I wailed, squalled, crying out for someone,
Out of the blue, she appeared, beyond words,
As I watched, aghast, blown away by her,
‘What in the world do you want?’ she asked.

As I contemplated, figuring where my mouth was,
‘Good grief, God-sent to decipher a jerk?’ she said,
As the words finally found me, my eyes sparkled,
‘Would you ever be mine? To protect, preserve yet unconstrained?’

As I waited, I couldn’t help be mesmerized,
Her eyes, her face, her expressions, underlined everything resplendent.
As I half expected death, ‘Whatever!’ she said,
Comfortable numbness heart-felt, I lingered on.

As I wailed, squalled cried out, for her, forever,
When all that I wanted, all that I had,


As it seemed t’wasnt much for me to hold on to, I held on.. I held on..
Battle after battle, scars over scars, battered, bruised,
As the test went on, impression-less was she.


As I pulled all strings to make the perfect ballad,
My words were all right, but the beats were all wrong,
As I sang to her, heart, guts and soul, she began to melt,
A sign, enough to will me on, no matter what the outcome, I’d fight on.

As I synchronized my moves, her voice, I thought about,
An enigmatic glee that always leads to addiction,
As I lay cornered, surrounded by the inevitable doom,
I strategized, working arduously, to mend my destiny,


As I exerted every iota of my being,
To complete the arc of my consciousness
As I implored god to provide, the gift mankind craved,
I got shot in my heart, in the process.

As I lay dying here, graced by your eyes,
Hope floats, dreams devoured, a silence greets time,
As I breathe my last, graced by your tears,
Reminisces of the battles fought, feelings of which our bonds comprise,

As my eyes garner the last photon, graced by your face,
I feel blessed to be with you, my guardian angel,
As I bid a final goodbye, graced in your arms,
My only wish is fulfilled, to die in your arms.


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Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?

Ever been in a place where you've thought you would get eaten by the surrounds?

Ever made something with all your love and caress only to watch it burn away?

Day 141, Last day in London..

So this is it.. This is when the delirium stops, an unrivaled fanatic mania..
The city is like a compilation of a master piece, a rhythm of megalomania, people with delirious faces fading to black leaving no traces.. Beautiful streets, awesome history, amazing historical sights to behold.. The place where every traveler has to lay his footsteps on to call himself a true nomad..

London's got a thing for working-their-ass-off immigrants who get peanuts in return.. Everyday, Nails hammered onto their head and heart, from their employers, sore overworked bodies, Them, hustlers with a common cause.. making moolah.. an obsession with the bling-bling.. But most of them get lost in the realms of it all.. Everything gets hammmered

Times like theses i most despise.. Credit Crunch, Recession, job cuts, suicides over trivial issues, man slaughter, racism, all these and more are the realities that make up the city.

"182.. Harrow Weald.. Oxhey Lane... " the shrill computerized voice in the bus kept on saying stop after stop.. I stop for a moment to glimpse the beauty that is the city of London!.. The vast green farms.. Spotlessly clean pavements.. The crystal clear signage's.. Blemish-less roads.. The neat and tidy of everything in the road from Ealing road to Harrow Weald.

As i walk towards my office.. i know it is my last day here.. and hell i would miss it like an asphyxiated fish out of water.. There is a complete mix of emotions.. I never wanted to leave here.. But isn't the mentality of every Indian residing there? Like a crowded rush hour train, London is a place where you just cant wait to get in, if you are on the outside, and when you are in, you just cannot wait to be out.. I go though the day with all the memories, etched in me, of this great city!

The celebration of Diwali - Every Indian was on the streets celebrating, there was a carnival on the roads, A Spectacular sight! Ganesha idols, Lanterns, Dragons, People playing the pied piper, drums, and people dressed up as Hindu God and Goddesses!

The sight of the Trafalgar Square, Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, Tower Bridge, London Eye, Buckingham palace, Camden Market of London, the pubs, the Indian food joints, Kebabs at Kebabish.. There are just too many sights to behold.. too many to get nostalgic about.. the nightmarish weather.. Just adds to the spectacle..

One place in the world is ticked off in the list.. The list of places which I intend to see before i die! Viva London!