Stay!

Due(a)l of personalities deepen all through realities
Your pride and my sorrow is soaring so damn high
Soul bears the scarlet lash, thoughts whip brutalities
None to help but myself, world shall turn a blind eye
A whisper, a word, a promise, will always find a way
For I suppose it's true, everything that you ever say
I’ve tried it all, falls apart at my very first touch
Peace or Truce. Love, was I foolish to ask for so much
Let’s not quit, we shall straddle as long as the breath lasts
Life is merrier and you ought to see the magic spell it casts
In the silence of midnight road as we still walk together
For no-one knows beneath the heaven nothing is forever
Love and Life Amarantine! Yes, we are here to stay!

“Cerebral Fuck”

Sunday supplement of most famous daily had this article it talked about “quick flings” and how these flings end in the cozy comfort of one’s bedroom. Though those involved are more so in an un-indulged affair. I don’t think it’s a new trend in the upcoming yuppie metropolis like us, nevertheless it is gaining momentum. Well, I think I’ve successfully complicated the interpretation of that article. To put it simply it talked about “Fuck Buddies”

The article laid more emphasis on the psychosomatic implications of such affairs. In the urge of gratifying the fleshy prodding, people are failing to understand the fact that these natural processes of life are intricately spun into human eco-system. One cannot annul these basics before effortlessly indulging in such physical acts. According to experts, such hedonistic acts cause serious emotional trauma to those who are involved.

There was something very remarkable about the article which invoked a strong feeling in me to write this post. My mind is not trying to dissect and scrutinize such casual relationships from the morality angle. I can not resist, but want to try and understand the psychosis that could drive any individual’s will to be in a non committal affair but yet enjoy the physical intimacy with no frills. It’s very unfortunate that I know no such thrill seeker neither aware of any such “friends with benefits” club.

Apparently, I researched more about such relationships, I figured out that these are far different from the infamous “one night stands” people might call me naive in this area cos my ship never ventured far into the deep dark sea. (No, I didn’t dare to find myself a “Fuck Buddy”) I had to let my imagination afloat through the nuances of such psychedelic experience. My curiosity almost smothering my thoughts;

I remembered, one of my chatty friend had causally mentioned that “sex gives kicks” he says it is a normal physical process it relieves you of stress and rejuvenates mind, body and soul. Well, it definitely does. But will it matter for you to know which among these three you are trying to gratify the most. Solely pleasing your bodily urge, does it have any correlation with your mind? Yes, it’s a Universal truth, isn’t it? Every time you see this desirable anatomy of your partner and you relinquish this sexual demon in you, your mind stimulates, millions of neurons explode in your brain. Your body bows out to your mind. You have consciously or subconsciously structured the act of making love. If it be true then most important sexual organ I think one needs is BRAIN!!!

If it is gratification of fleshly prodding, it is simply the thought of it not just the act. Whether or not your physical indulgence is heightened by other parts of your anatomy it is our brain which enjoys the most. Therefore, if you reason it out well enough, you’ve arrived. Claiming pleasure with or without emotional frills, it all begins at the “top” Eureka! I'm not trying to reinvent the wheel. But the very thought and cocktail of emotions leading to art of making love amuses everyone I guess. It’s not just a fuck. It’s totally a “Cerebral Fuck”

11 Mile Ramblings

An eleven mile Rick ride repaved my way back to my most revered spot. I've always enjoyed my incoherent musings while on a long journey. This is one was special too. Winters solstice was just the right recipe, to add to my rumination was my beautiful city and its glitz and galore. "Traffic" a cliché now for a change, was more a background score to my muse. To top it all every signal junction we stopped, strange faces peeked in to check out the passenger inside the hired ride, they all wore puzzled looks on their face, end of day fatigue creating numerous freckles on their forehead. Unknown emotions on those strangers' faces triggered an inevitable series of disconnected ramblings in my mind. Perfect Recipe for a write a up.

The last scene I saw of a small girl must be aged 3 or 4 being paraded on her dad's strong shoulders in busy bustle of a shopping avenue. She is totally bemused at the endless array of evening's glitter, her big black dove of an eye hardly blinked in amazement and that pretty pink mouth which babbled every minute was just open with dazzle showing her tiny winy teeth. That naive innocence, bedazzled happiness a mixture of emotions, on that child's face hauled me back to my yester years.

My upbringing as a child must have been quite challenging to my parents. Nevertheless I cherish those happy days of my life everyday now. I was always taught as child, that any luxury was affordable; all I needed to do was to earn it. To earn it I had to study, if I studied well, I would get a good job. If I got a good job, I will earn well. If I do earn, I can afford any luxury. Simple Isn't it. Well, that was Dad's formula, mere bait for me to study that's the way he coaxed me to get serious about my education. That simple formula makes me laugh at my naivety then, though it's very true. My Dad once a young man, whose bright eyes sparkled intelligence, his strong shoulders never felt a pain as he paraded me around while I watched the wild world from the elevation of his proud shoulders in bewildered wonder.

Now the same man with pale skin, dark circled gloomy eyes, strained sight and drooped strength less shoulders yearns my home coming. Age devoured his youth and intelligence.I learned to afford luxury but failed to earn compassion and love with it. Not only to earn them but to share these virtues thoughtfully with those whom I belonged to. Nevertheless, deep-rooted malady of a culture had taught me some which I diligently practice while I don't preach. Most of my teenage passed in a thirsty swig and hunger to seek knowledge. As an adult today, between loads of insecurity and fear of being a single woman, I still stand ground in my own way. Did I say single woman? Yes I did. I believed, that gone are those days when the petite world of people exclaimed at a woman's unhitched status or not being in the sanctum sanctity of holy matrimony.

But very unfortunate of us, those arduous roots of culture are so deep seeded. I doubt we'll ever overcome it. Everybody has the right to opine which I respect. It is very humane to feel so or think so. It's nice to have an opinion about everything and everybody whether it's relevant or irrelevant to you. I feel it takes some burden off you. Makes you feel better than the other person. What the hell, it's just an opinion isn't it? Once in while making irrelevant irresponsible statements about anything and everything is acceptable. Being judgmental is natural. Nobody takes offense to it. Is there a reason for everything you chatter? However rational or irrational, objective or subjective, logical or illogical, current or history, relevant or irrelevant, relative or none, It is Freedom of speech. It is free!

However, we all miserably fail to understand, a young woman's (or even man's) decision to stay single. We always try to find malign in her/his decision more so in a case of a woman. We try to assume more than we understand. As free as we wish to speak our mind, comment, assume, and judge. We also take liberty to argue, debate, psychoanalyze, and even fight about why, how, when, what of her/his single status. Whether or not she/he needs it;

Closer look at the world around would teach us that not everything here exists for/with a purpose. May be or May Not be. I believe that there need not be reason to your action, but result of your action will lead you to the absolute reason. Some know it and some will realize in time. Whether he/she decides to be single or not is an individual's decision which I respect and I expect the same in return. I belong to this niche world which firmly believes in the certainty of gray rather than uncertain colors, with all these complexities, be it a Man or Woman, all one needs is to be Free. Free to be who they want to be and how they want to be.

My Kinda Game!

Lately I have stopped playing indoor games. My current versions of indoor games have diminished to in-pc games. Yes, I'm addicted to playing games on my PC rather then with a human opponent. I have come to like the clichéd title "man vs. machine" better, quite challenging I must say. I'm thrilled about the thought of beating the machine. I was a FIFA fan. Now, I play NFS. My loyalties keep shifting. I'm not an avid gamer. Still anything new thrills me and I can't RIP until I've nailed all the levels on that game be it full version or a demo. Prelude to all the above was this revelation, incidentally it occurred pretty late in my life. Many like me, must have figured it out by now.While I was browsing the net for the new arcade board games I found this thing called "3D Battle Chess". The game download visuals were quite appealing. I already had 2 versions of chess game on my PC. But there was something intriguing about the "3D Battle Chess" First, It didn't cost me a dime (it was free for download) Second, it just took less than 3MB of my disk space (Psst..I use my office notebook to play) Third, this was the most interesting part "3D Battle Animation"

Yes, the animation was totally awesome. It was not a normal 3D chess board. As the name suggests the battle was for real. The pawns came to life. It was like having your own army, cavalry and of course a live bishop, king and her majesty herself. Whoa! This game must have already been available in market for long now. But guess what, I found this amazing thing very recently. It reminded me of the Harry Potter Movie, especially the Wizards Chess scene in the sequel sorcerer's stone Playing this thing was absolute delight but watching pawns alive, the knights slashing it out while the queen brilliantly took command along with the bishop to annihilate their adversaries. For a moment I forgot that I was playing chess, it was like a role play, I felt like a medieval War Queen.(yeah like "Xena the Warrior Princess", C'mon, I know she was not a Queen). The game was just beginning to get addictive. I was no pro in chess. Trust me, I remember losing it more often than winning. But this time it was different. Game was On! Ha ha…., you bet I had the last laugh! After every game

My strained mind and eye needed some rest. I took a refreshing break. My way of refresher was a long drag of Marlboro Lights. While, I allowed my brain and lungs feed on good amount of nicotine. The Origin of chess game began to bother me. I remember reading somewhere that it was originated in India. (such strategic games can only be invented by Indians and nobody else!) But who invented it? No, my intelligence was not pondering for the name of the person. But a gender Yes! The Gender, after playing quite a bit , I came to the conclusion that, this game must have been built and strategize by a woman rather than a man. A true feminist approach, isn't it? I bet, anybody who have come know this game be it an amateur, professional, novice or a beginner would agree. (No Offense meant to any "Male Soul") It's the game of the Queen! not the King .