Friday, 22 February 2013

The Unstoppable Beast

I smiled at each of his steps heading towards me. 
I could feel the warmth of my body and the demand of navel.

He came near me and looked deep in my eyes. My lips craved for the bitterness of his nicotine marinated saliva. 
He has unique style of smooching that binds me, when he sucked my tongue slowly but gives his deep in my throat.. Exactly the way I play with his little boy which is not so little..
His eyes scanned me and stopped at my neck.
The Beauty spot.
He bent down a little and licked my neck. His tongue injected the drugs to my veins as he grabbed the flesh around my waist and pulled me near.
I could feel how hard he was and probably he read the unspoken desires of the juicy strawberry.
We were standing and he lifted me up. My bosom were inviting his tongue solve the quest.
He kissed my belly and rubbed his face. More up.. He lifted me and tongued my navel.
How easily I fitted into his arms.
He sucked my navel that tuned the best music and I pulled his hair to come out of that unbearable pleasure.
The increasing palpitation of my love-leaves making me go wild and I groaned looking deep in his eyes.
He threw me on the bed and undressed my beautiful white thighs to bite them..
Long well shaped legs were his turn on and I have already kiss-opened the unstoppable beast..

What A Life.. I desire.. I have..

Done with PhD  Dwelling among all certified intellectuals having different hobbies and interest. Not many but a few mid aged DU-JNU friends and some early grown up youngsters around. Sleeping late at nights and waking up around 11 am, leaving the bed after 1 pm though.. Staying alone in an apartment and sometimes a friend drops in. Cooking anything and almost every less time consuming eatables and sometimes ordering pizza to survive.
A maid to look after the clothes, home, and messed up kitchen who eats up brain every month for some weekly offs and hike in payment and eyeing on those old pants to be gifted..
Not at all interested being into relationships but it is never a no to the charmed ones..
Not much of bank balance and sometimes some freelance to keep the account Alive..
A nokia basic handset on the table and an interesting I phone attached to mac book.

Those beautiful grey covering the side locks and short cut manageable hairstyle.
No blinking wardrobe but some basic floaters and some casuals and some tees.. A muffler and that old basket..

A packet of cigarette following like shadow and chilled beer sometimes with a gorgeous company..

Sure for the thing not to do in life and unsure for the things to do..

Sometimes lost and disconnected from world and and sometimes just bag pack and road trip to hills all alone..

Some budding and chirping beauties with young skin and hypnotic fragrance to go wild in the bed.. And sometimes taking care of them while they live their lives like kids..

Smiling over their possessive behaviour and day by day increasing demands especially when they can be shut down anytime anyways not caring for their twinge..

Books.. Caffeine.. Liquor.. And laziness..
The itch of writing and hunger for reading..

What a life.. I desire.. I have..A maid to look after the clothes, home, and messed up kitchen who eats up brain every month for some weekly offs and hike in payment and eyeing on those old pants to be gifted.. Not at all interested being into relationships but it is never a no to the charmed ones.. Not much of bank balance and sometimes some freelance to keep the account Alive.. A Nokia basic handset on the table and an interesting I phone attached to mac book.
Those beautiful grey covering the side locks and short cut manageable hairstyle.No blinking wardrobe but some basic floaters and some casuals and some tees.. A muffler and that old basket..
A packet of cigarette following like shadow and chilled beer sometimes with a gorgeous company..
Sure for the thing not to do in life and unsure for the things to do..
Sometimes lost and disconnected from world and and sometimes just bag pack and road trip to hills all alone..
Some budding and chirping beauties with young skin and hypnotic fragrance to go wild in the bed.. And sometimes taking care of them while they live their lives like kids..
Smiling over their possessive behaviour and day by day increasing demands especially when they can be shut down anytime anyways not caring for their twinge..
Books.. Caffeine.. Liquor.. And laziness.. The itch of writing and hunger for reading..
What a life.. I desire.. I have..

Sunday, 10 February 2013

Dad, A pathfinder.


Although we interact less due to time constrain and odd time schedules of work, yet talking with dad on dinner table is a feed of wisdom. He has always been a pathfinder to me. Whenever I'm confused, don't know how he gets to know and come with some words that pull me out of the depressing dilemma.

Many things he clarified me.

There is always a difference between being a reader and a writer, when you reach puberty, you reproduce. REPRODUCE ORIGINAL! Don't get influenced by particular established author or genre, you will just come out with "Junior XYZ Bhagat" or another 'chick/ladlit'  Be yourself..!

There is a big difference between writing and expressing. Anybody can write but how many can identify themselves in your character or story, or how many can 'understand/interpret' you exactly the way you want?  that counts!

Then the silly question that always haunts me, popped up.
".. but dad, writers are mushrooming these days, every next IITian and IIM is upcoming writer, it feels like it has transformed into Author-Making Institutes. How will my work survive? They name their 'baby' before fornication and a huge crowd 'Like/follow' them, their work sells and they become A-U-T-H-O-R  of several books.. and.."

"Who read them?" That matters! Father continued.
There is a thing called "standardization". Is your work read by those pseudo-readers who flip pages and skip the words because they are lazy to consult dictionary? Those, who always carry a Paul Coelho to look 'Intellectual' No matter they have read it on Wikipedia?
Yes, They are published and sold because if every next literate person is a writer, then every PCO is the next publisher. or an outcome of "Self-Pleasure-Self-Publishing" aka Masturbating Writer?
They are into money making business. Are you published by "Chaman Publishers" or the worldwide Standardized publishing houses?
Again There is a difference in "BRAGGING" and "PROMOTING"
Bollywoodification or Commodification of your work by selling book cover printed  T-shirts or creating fraud contest on facebook only shows that your work needs crutches because of its lameness. Know it! Don't degrade yourself and your art.
They do not survive more than a span of a bubble. Quality matters not quantity.

Is it Language or Slanguage? I don't scowl when BBC disparage our new literature.
and then the Father lecture started, you waste your time on facebook.. you are not concentrating on your goals.. you have degraded your form.. what is bothering you.. we provide you with all comfort.. you are not a kid now.. you are this wdhcnklnvlbvjdb.. ajbcbcuaegfuig.. @#$%^&*(0...

..but dad I love to share my thoughts..

if this is the case.. shall I talk about your marriage to that aunty's son whom you saw in recent marriage, the skinny one with spikey hairstyle, red shirt and pants showing his butt-line..?

I turned my face to the advertisement of 'madhunashini or sandhisudha' and concentrated on 'Rajma-Chawal'.....

Sunday, 3 February 2013

Morning Love #2

..When he's horny, then He Is HORNY.. unstoppable and wild. Maybe he loves when I protest in the bed. I always tease him by saying "horny ko koi nahi taal sakta"
Somewhere down the line no matter how much I protest I love it. I love it when he wins over me. I love it when makes me submit. I love it when he dominates me.
No mercy I expect. I've enjoyed him the way sine we got married. Pure animal instinct he has.
A wolf..
He loves when my eyes go red as he gets inside me. He gives me pain in a pleasurable manner..
Biting the softest part of my bosom is like that..
Early morning today when I was sleeping hiding my face in his chest.. his hands softly moved on my flesh.. It alarmed for a wild morning. He whispered in my ears..
"Archie.."
"Hmm.."
"Archana.."
"Tch.. hmm.."
I didn't want to move or wake up..
"Come na Archie.. ride me"
"Unnnnh.."
and turned my face to the other side of universe..
My mistake! Bad choice I made. My fleshy butts touched his wiener and it works like a magic wand.
My butts are his turn on. He spanks them a lot. Small, round and fleshy.

And now he didn't seek permission.
He pulled my lower down and came over me.
I hate kissing in the morning. I can't.
As he got over me I smiled but didn't move..
The way he runs his pores on my inner thighs and in my weakest part makes me turn on.
The smile assured him that I'm ready and without losing a pulse he came between my legs and slid himself in..
He's always more hard in the morning as compared to the other parts of day. I know my husband. And I wait for these special mornings..

A gasp. He's in. I felt. I pushed him back. He's in, more in. His bites, on my neck. He sucks and pecks. His strokes , sometimes hard and slows to the card.
He's spread all over me. In me out me. I'm covered and hidden. He didn't stop. He is wild and is gentle. He is fast as the panther.
Now I'm high. I want it more. Not in sleep, he is sure. Eyes are open looking into his.
And the pain.. when I go stiff..
When he holds me and high I go.
.. the moment when we go low..
We are wet..
His crave is dead..
He sleeps over me I wrap him around..

Love you baby" he again whispers in my ears and I smile " morning"
".. yet more two hours left for our good morning baby"

And we sleep again.. I'm amazed to say that two hours.. the most peaceful..

Indian Marriage





Indian Marriages from different Perspective :)

Men, Age Group seventy to their eleventh hour, " Chalo zinda rehte bachchon ki shaadi ho gayi"

Women of same age group mention above has nothing to do with fashion, food and fun but they are deeply interested in 'Whose grand children got married to whom and whose bride is more beautiful and please do not forget THEY ARE SOCIALLY CLAIMED RITUAL MASTERS..

Men with age group 45-65+ : they are ebulliently interested only in FOOD!
Women, Well they try to look younger by wearing everything they have,
♥ they are deeply interested in "kitna dahej mila" system,
they are worried about their "nanad" looking more attractive than them,
they are the cause of all 'jhagda-fasad' that unfortunately spoils the fun,
they are interested in whose daughter/son is 'Grown Up' and 'Doing What',
So technically Their Purpose of visiting in marriage are :-
1) looking partner for their children,
2) Showing best of their 'knowledge, Information, Fashion (maroon and golden), and of course discussing health/family/financial and sometime "SOCIAL" issues.
(meanwhile their grandchildren are at their 'chaat-pakoda-chowmin-coffee' service)

Now comes Men of 30-40: Married, tummyfied, Kids roaming around and calculated/worried about the expenditure occurred for 1 plate of dinner , ( From Wife's Saree to the Gift of wedding couple)
They're deeply into "Bhabhi Jis and FOOD" ( they do not miss chance of pegs if available but take full care of their wives eyes)

Women from the age group 30-45
They are still ate their late twenties :) So keep this in your mind before approaching.
They are "salary suckers" and to look bearable husbands do not mind! so aesthetically they are at their best of 'show off system' and the price tags describes the volume of their husband's love
They are always into "where is my kid" and partially happy that he/she/they are not around for a few moments.
Jealousy Redefined (to be discussed/demanded later with husband)
Deeply interested in 'Other's life'
The Nosy Nanads - don't forget them,
they are always GOOD, GOOD and GOOD.
Happy because they are satisfying their women instincts and (yippie, they do not have to cook tonight)
So, they're into transition period for joining the above categories!

Men, age group 20-30
They go to marriage only to check out GIRLS.

Girls in their 20s
Marriage function means
Utilization of women charm,
Being female- ethnic clothes- makeup and "Nazakat-nakhra-adaa Personified"
They go to marriage just to attract Men!

Men (15-19)
Girls (and the disappointment when SHE is a relative)
other men ( the style)
Discursive : Bikes, Games, New Courses, and BABES.

Girls : Other girls' Dresses, and accessories.
They can be mostly found in "attached Form" i.e always with mummy,bhabhi,didi,bua and all.
they have nothing to do with what all "aunties" are blahhing about as they're busy in playing SMS-SMS

Kids
The whole food universe is specially made for them.
They are there to try everything and to be at their Mummy-chaachi-bua-daadi-maasi's service.
They're deeply interested in "gubbare Waala" standing outside the gate.
they just wish to get as late as they can so that school tomorrow is missed!

and many more things I have Observed so far, shall come up with some new observations for sure and soon.
you can add some more of yours "with Pleasure"

Commodification of literature


I like the new "publicity stunt trend" now a days..
No material,
No Publisher,
No Authenticity
yet the "facebook Advertisement/ Page Promotion/Pre-Publicity method" to attract "customers" is interesting,
Bollywoodification or Commodification of Literature has not only lost its concrete form but also metamorphosed a "reader" into "customer".
Not being brusque,even I'm not diametric but what is the point of increasing 'Page likes' and inviting those loony comments of *Mobile Recharge and another page promotions*
Why not to connect some sensible and interactive people only for the sake of a social networking target?

I may sound antiquated with some offal point of view, but I'm genuinely confused.
and maybe this is the reason I'm excoriated often.
or maybe I must follow the fashion..

and yes, I will.. the day I find an advertisement of Ferrari or Lamborghini on local T.V channels..