I have met someone recently - he's very handsome, erudite, intelligent, smart, and talented. But there is something about him that is simply incredible (It took some time for me to figure it out) - the peace, the ease at which he lives life! He prefers to keep it simple and ensures that everything in his life, which is not so essential as to attend to emergent, is at a safe distance.
Even in Mumbai, far away from his quiet, cold hometown half the world away, he manages to bring an unseen order and calmness to his life. E-mails are put off until he finds time to respond to them. Calls and SMSes are not answered until he's free from his work, which is perched at the top of his pyramid. It's incredible to talk with him and realize what a fool you are and how you are letting your life hijack and capsize you.
After being in awe of his lifestyle - a wonderful, spacious, comfortable apartment, a cat, 10 musical instruments to work on, books to read, new destinations to visit (while travel and touring), and truckloads of time in his desired surroundings - I have realized one thing. Life is out there for you to live, to choose what you want to do, and more importantly, for you to decide when to do those things.
'Seize the moment' was my motto a few days back. Now it is 'Seize your life' - by its balls, and savor it as and when you want to!
Women = whine. Men = wine
The average young man looks average. The average young woman looks above average. But as the years catch up with both these sets of the human demographic, there is something starkly disparate. Men age better. Much better. Women age similar to how a pig rolls in a dump.
As I look out through the BEST bus window, while the summer sun's light shines on the right side of my face, I see a worthwhile example of what I stated above. I see a family of three - dad, mom, and daughter - riding on a scooter with a side attachment, which houses the unfortunate sight called the mother.
The dad, with near-perfect posture, is riding the scooter. Very little of his shapelessness is visible. He's freshly shaven with a neatly trimmed moustache, and has a face which could easily fetch him a role in a movie or two. He's fair and his shirt has just been ironed, and he's wearing lovely dress shoes that go with his elegant trousers.
The mom is slouch-slumping all over the extension wearing a wrinkled kurta pajama. Her expression is of contended flatulence and dyspepsia and she has a blank look on her face. The daughter has neatly inherited the ugliness gene from her mom in the homozygous dominant form. Her love handles ripple at every thrust of the scooter motor, and she has an excessive layer of lard, which would have saved her from the wrath of an ice age or two.
The dad turns to look at the rest of the traffic, probably trying to avoid the ugliness he's schlepping around. I can clearly make out from his nose and jawline that he had once been the quintessential 'attractive' young man. I lower my gaze ever so slightly to focus on his cargo - two of the reasons why God must feel deeply sad for having created a yoni. I sigh deeply.
As I look out through the BEST bus window, while the summer sun's light shines on the right side of my face, I see a worthwhile example of what I stated above. I see a family of three - dad, mom, and daughter - riding on a scooter with a side attachment, which houses the unfortunate sight called the mother.
The dad, with near-perfect posture, is riding the scooter. Very little of his shapelessness is visible. He's freshly shaven with a neatly trimmed moustache, and has a face which could easily fetch him a role in a movie or two. He's fair and his shirt has just been ironed, and he's wearing lovely dress shoes that go with his elegant trousers.
The mom is slouch-slumping all over the extension wearing a wrinkled kurta pajama. Her expression is of contended flatulence and dyspepsia and she has a blank look on her face. The daughter has neatly inherited the ugliness gene from her mom in the homozygous dominant form. Her love handles ripple at every thrust of the scooter motor, and she has an excessive layer of lard, which would have saved her from the wrath of an ice age or two.
The dad turns to look at the rest of the traffic, probably trying to avoid the ugliness he's schlepping around. I can clearly make out from his nose and jawline that he had once been the quintessential 'attractive' young man. I lower my gaze ever so slightly to focus on his cargo - two of the reasons why God must feel deeply sad for having created a yoni. I sigh deeply.
Live your life
It's hard to even think that, just a few measly weeks back, I would have scornfully laughed at the post that I've just started writing. That's how life changes - so fast, so furiously - to grab your balls at the most unpredictable junctures, sometimes so tenderly, and sometimes so painfully. To my unbelievable good fortune, my life's balls have been licked, swallowed, and sucked tenderly almost all throughout out by my post-depression coming out phase.
I have almost forgotten how I was those few weeks back, when I would break my head in despair as to why I should not enjoy life as it blooms in front of me. This is despite my eternally optimistic and romantic tendencies, which make me forgive even the cruelest of people who have hurt me in the most grueling ways. The mantra is simple -seize the moment, live the present.
How can you be oblivious of such a simple, seemingly obvious principle? Well, by missing out on the treasures that life offers during phases of meekness, stupidity, and of course, depression. I
guess if you have ever gone through a phase when you realize that you did not get to meet the love of your life just because you did not search an online personals site three years earlier (than when you eventually meet him [or her for that matter]). This hits you hard when you also realize that during this period of extra time, you could have perfectly figured out a life that you have always dreamed about. Once such things are experienced once, you should ideally not repeat your mistake.
Similar stuff - you don't meet a potential spouse who has been living in the same city, who you would find perfect, who would find you perfect, just because either of you decided to not hang out in social situations through this period. When you meet him (or for that matter, her), you spend your entire time wondering why, why, why didn't we run into each other before? What could have happened had we done that? Whatall did we miss? Would you get it all back through another person, in another version of your desired present?
It's ironic that I can compare - it's also weird that I choose to compare - this particularly serious life situation to something as trivial as a common cold. When you are fit and fine, do you ever miss how your nose feels unblocked, how your throat and larynx are so well lubricated as to make swallowing, talking, singing so easy, how your mouth tastes nothing but the materials you want to eat, and how your body feels great without aches and pains? You don't. Not until you
have the dreaded coryzal attack.
I hope I will choose to read this post when I am acting stupidly and not enjoying and engaging life!
I have almost forgotten how I was those few weeks back, when I would break my head in despair as to why I should not enjoy life as it blooms in front of me. This is despite my eternally optimistic and romantic tendencies, which make me forgive even the cruelest of people who have hurt me in the most grueling ways. The mantra is simple -seize the moment, live the present.
How can you be oblivious of such a simple, seemingly obvious principle? Well, by missing out on the treasures that life offers during phases of meekness, stupidity, and of course, depression. I
guess if you have ever gone through a phase when you realize that you did not get to meet the love of your life just because you did not search an online personals site three years earlier (than when you eventually meet him [or her for that matter]). This hits you hard when you also realize that during this period of extra time, you could have perfectly figured out a life that you have always dreamed about. Once such things are experienced once, you should ideally not repeat your mistake.
Similar stuff - you don't meet a potential spouse who has been living in the same city, who you would find perfect, who would find you perfect, just because either of you decided to not hang out in social situations through this period. When you meet him (or for that matter, her), you spend your entire time wondering why, why, why didn't we run into each other before? What could have happened had we done that? Whatall did we miss? Would you get it all back through another person, in another version of your desired present?
It's ironic that I can compare - it's also weird that I choose to compare - this particularly serious life situation to something as trivial as a common cold. When you are fit and fine, do you ever miss how your nose feels unblocked, how your throat and larynx are so well lubricated as to make swallowing, talking, singing so easy, how your mouth tastes nothing but the materials you want to eat, and how your body feels great without aches and pains? You don't. Not until you
have the dreaded coryzal attack.
I hope I will choose to read this post when I am acting stupidly and not enjoying and engaging life!
Sexmania 2010
I touch the screen
And start to answer
He touches me
And starts to dance, ha!
We make love indiscreet
And start a sojourn
We make out on the street
And startle many, for long
I fuck him hard and sweet
And he winces in pleasure
I pull it out swift and neat
And answer the call of another
We meet at a workshop
And I flirt with him
We meet at a coffee shop
I later play strings with him
We make passionate love
And I worry about his e-mails
We make delicious breakfast
And I fidget in my g-mail
I have capuccino, he has mocha
And I get a call, a warning
I sip my coffee, he reads out español
And I get shit-scared by the warning
We patch up over Skype
And I flirt with the Superman
We have an argument
And I become Mary Jane
I chat him up for a walk
Meet with him at McDonald's
I and he decide Marine Drive
We chat, cry, expose
We talk a lot on the way back
And hold hands in the train
I and he part at McDonald's
And I take a bus as he walks
I call him up to talk
And he agrees to meet tonight
I and he meet up at his place
And he fucks me to heaven and hell
We talk about meeting up
And he's not sure when and where
I and he part at his door
And we don't even kiss on the lips
I talked up three other men today
And I don't know how and when
I'll meet them and have fun
And it will go on and on
And start to answer
He touches me
And starts to dance, ha!
We make love indiscreet
And start a sojourn
We make out on the street
And startle many, for long
I fuck him hard and sweet
And he winces in pleasure
I pull it out swift and neat
And answer the call of another
We meet at a workshop
And I flirt with him
We meet at a coffee shop
I later play strings with him
We make passionate love
And I worry about his e-mails
We make delicious breakfast
And I fidget in my g-mail
I have capuccino, he has mocha
And I get a call, a warning
I sip my coffee, he reads out español
And I get shit-scared by the warning
We patch up over Skype
And I flirt with the Superman
We have an argument
And I become Mary Jane
I chat him up for a walk
Meet with him at McDonald's
I and he decide Marine Drive
We chat, cry, expose
We talk a lot on the way back
And hold hands in the train
I and he part at McDonald's
And I take a bus as he walks
I call him up to talk
And he agrees to meet tonight
I and he meet up at his place
And he fucks me to heaven and hell
We talk about meeting up
And he's not sure when and where
I and he part at his door
And we don't even kiss on the lips
I talked up three other men today
And I don't know how and when
I'll meet them and have fun
And it will go on and on
The look of love
This is how I look like when I have just woken up and talking to the love of my life. The diamond-shaped screen of my PDA is a tad misplaced - it should have been at my precordium overlying my heart, which gleams in happiness when I'm with Vinokur.
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