Something that happened while I was on the relief trip to the Tsunami affected areas is still bugging me. While we were listening to the stories from the victims about their losses, I was not particularly moved. The others who were with me seemed to related more to their sufferings. More like sympathizing. I seemed to be more interested in visulalizing the physical force of such a destructive wave. I would like to think that I was empathizing than sympathizing. After all, that is what they teach you in med school - You should never sympathize with a patient. Instead, empathize.
Hitting on my professor
Over the past month, I've been messing around with one of my prime fantasies of all time; to seduce a professor. First of all, I've building this plan up from the time I started working. That was about five months. Since joining, I realized that most of the qualities that he seemed to stress on where parts of my persona. My brilliant self thought 'Why not take the chance?'
From my point of view, he's hot. He is 56 and is has a moustache which even though thin, is good looking. He has clean teeth and a little bit of hair in the ears. He is dark and bald. But I don't really stress too much on those qualities. He is just a little overweight, has delicious looking forearms. Hands are always clean and he has four super-large rings in total on both of his hands. His legs are muscular and his feet are as sexy as his hands. He wears a great selection of well fitting shirts and always wears flat front pants. Sometimes he wears them a little too high but that is when I get to see his package. I've seen it a couple of times. Adequate I figure.
He is well mannered, has an impressive vocabulary and is scholarly. He has a great sense of humor and is very interested in pulling legs of everyone around him. He has impressive managerial qualities which are appreciated by almost everyone at the hospital. He is a totally bitchy to those students who don't fit into his scheme of things. This is the reason why he's not popular among students. I can assure you that if you are clever, you can get on with him. I really am amazed by the unawareness of students on skills of hitting on hot sexy older professors.
Now, the one thing really particular about him is his way of leaning against someone when he gets bluesy. He almost hugs and holds on for a lengthy 10 seconds or so when he does this. This is totally weird when you picture it during grand rounds. But hell, if I see an olderman hugging anyone, I get stimulated!
Since I vibe with him in most of our professional and personality aspects, I am a favorite student of his. And I utilize each and every bloody opportunity that comes my way to further this. In the last three months or so, I have been having the freedom to express my thoughts whenever and wherever I wished. Therefore, I have a lot of talking time with him through the daily work routine.
I hope you have a good picture of our relationship before I lead you to our recent encounters.
Two weeks back, he was off from work for a few days as he was touring with his family. On the day he returned, I was the only one accompanying with him in rounds. He was wearing a very hip cotton shirt with bold blue stripes and wearing his trousers riding high revealing his package. I was aroused to say the least.
I was almost lost in my thoughts about him as we walked down a corridor between wards when out of plain nowhere he asked me 'Kris, what do you think about this shirt?' For a brief second I was like a decerebrate animal. Then I responded 'Wonderful! In fact, I was thinking about commenting about that'. 'Oh really!' he said 'My son forced me to buy this. When we went shopping during the tour, they just barged into a shop and ordered shirts for me without even asking my opinion. They made me buy a lot of branded shirts and hip shirts, those which might good look good on people like you. Certainly not on me.' 'You must be kidding', I was almost drenched in my own saliva when I blurted out 'Come on sir, such shirts look great on you.' How I wished I could add '... and sexy oldermen like you' along with that sentence.
The conversation carried on like that for a few minutes. I was harbouring thoughts on trying to bring his high riding trousers into the light. Finally I got my opportunity. In another corridor I started by saying 'Sir, I would like to comment on something else. I think that you wear your pants a little too high. I suggest you lower that and you would look even better'. He was totally surprised. But I could sense the happiness. He replied 'Yeah, my kids too say that I wear it high. But am I not too old to wear good looking clothes? Besides, I can't wear them any lower.' I said 'No sir, they can be a bit lower. Look at me, I'm wearing them low enough.' I felt that my luck was running bloody high when he poked at my tummy with his finger and palpated my umbilicus over my shirt and said 'Yes, you are wearing it properly. But I think my umbilicus is higher. He then made out his own umbilicus and realized that it was not as high as he thought it was. He admitted that he is wearing it high. I suggested that he should make that slight modification in his dressing to improve his looks.
Since that day, every day I would say something good about his shirts etc. He will be almost beaming when I do this.
Today, he was wearing an impeccable light blue Crocodile shirt and a black trousers which fit him so well that he looked like heaven. The pants were worn nice and low. I really couldn't wait to tell him how good I looked. I got my first opportunity when we were having our tea break. I said that his shirt was awesome! He was grinning so wide, I could see his whole set of teeth. He said 'From now on, I've decided that I'm only going to wear branded shirts like these. I'm going to be fashionable'. I couldn't further this thread at that point as there were others in our room.
I was disappointed when I came to know that he had gone to rounds. I was busy with something else and therefore he had taken someone else for the rounds. I felt like kicking myself for not commenting like how I wanted to.
But luck changes drastically! He came back from rounds and started looking at some patients in the Outpatient clinic. I hung around talking about the cases. Actually, I was unable to take my eyes of him. After he disposed of the last patient, he walked into a side room to prescribe something to a lady who's working in the hospital. I waited till he was about to leave.
He turned around and asked me 'Kris, everything is done I guess. I am going home now.'
I said 'Sir, can I share a moment with you. It is something personal.' He didn't understand me at first. But realizing what I said, he walked towards me and took grabbed at my forearm.
I stuttered 'Sir, I just wanted to comment about your dressing once again. I think your pants are wonderfully low today. This is almost perfect. You look excellent!'
He was surprised to find that I had called him to say this. 'You were waiting for me to get free to say this. Oh, thank you!'
With that, he dragged me into a side room and asked me 'Do I look really good?'
'Of course yes. You look wonderful!'
He continued 'I still can't believe that you were waiting for this. That is quite unexpected'
I said 'Sir, I just wanted to complement you because I thought it would make you feel good. I hope you take it that way' '... and have sex with me later on in the evening' I said in my mind.
He took my hand gave me a firm handshake and said 'Thank you. Thanks a lot. Now am I permitted to leave?'
I said, 'Yes sir. Goodbye.'
He went out of the clinic and and I heard him say to another student 'Hey you, you are not good enough.You guys should be like Kris.'
I really don't know if that last comment had a homoerotic element to it. I hope it had. I've promised to myself that I'll carry on with this fantastic lead that I have.
Something keeps me busy
I can't quite put my finger on what's keeping me from blogging. My life is so full of stuff to do these days. So fucken full.
First of all, I must admit that I'm proud to say that I've finally done something worthy enough in the post-Tsunami situation to make me glow so bright that the places I visit can do without interior lighting. Yes. I went for a relief/rescue activity with a team of professionals and others. This happened last week and I spent about 6 days travelling and visiting affected places. Even though it seems too late for such a trip, we managed to help a few hundreds of people.
The photos taken from the places are shocking. You will find a couple at the bottom of this post.
Apart from that, there is are a lot of other stuff like playing a stenographer to almost each and every colleague, writing a new song, going through the enormous volume of mail that I receive, creating a website for the NGO group which sponsored the trip etc.
This is not the whole picture I can assure you. I feel like writing a thousand posts right now. But that will have to wait. Meanwhile, just go through the photos from my trip.
A house which was totally destroyed by the tsunami.
This boat which was docked at the shore was washed about 2 km into land and finally ended up in a paddy field!
Another household shattered.
Big day
If I didn't tell you guys yet, I bought 4 beauties in the past 2 weeks.
- An Electric Guitar
- A Guitar Processor
- A Guitar amp
- A Bass amp
Of these, the latter two were sent over courier to my home. The courier company screwed up so much it took about 11 days for it to reach me from another part of the nation which is about 2 hours by flight, 36 hours by train and 48 hours by road from my place.
But it arrived anyway. That was yesterday! I was so damn inspired that I changed an entire living room on the first floor of my home to a mini studio. I was so excited that I made a decent guitar stand (which can hold 4 guitars) from materials found around the house. That is SO unlike me. I mean, I have never been able to 'make' anything like those (made using the teleshopping appliances that you would use in a home workshop) in TV.
Today, I finally got my bass guitar back from my friend S. who had taken it away for a gig. He is still as unreliable as he ever was; the actual date for the supposed return was 21st of December - a good 11 days off!
Eventually, we managed to jam. And everything sounded cool! I'm very happy. And inspired - to write songs that is.
As a start, I've written a very angst-ridden poem. Review it for me, would you? I want to know if it is really shitty or not.
A world full of lies
I could look at your face and
Tell how long I have hated you
And leave you feeling dazed
But that would be too easy on you
I could wipe the dust of the pane and
Show you what what lies inside the
Deceptive shell of trust
But that would be too hard on me
But I can't do anything
To wash out the dirt that's inside
And I can't do anything
I am burning, burning from inside
I could list all of the lies you said
And still be short of breath
But why are we wasting time
On something that was so easy for you
I could have seen through the veil of deception
That you were wearing all through out
But is there a point in all this
if I can't help me cure myself
As I can't do anything
To wash out the dirt that's inside
And I can't do anything
I'm still burning, burning from inside
The leaning tower of Krissa
This is weird because I look as if I'm about to fall. but still, the guitar looks awesome in this. And therefore, this has to be the best snap that Ray has taken. Let me remind you folks that this photo session was to just remind you that I have recently bought an electric guitar and I'm enjoying playing it a lot! I'll try to get a few more snaps when I get my whole studio back in shape.
Covering the bare truth with a shirt
Probably my coolest photo yet. If you are wondering why my face is all blacked up, let me reassure you that it is not that dark by default. It is actually a little digital image editing trick that I used to get this natural effect for blocking from viewing something that is so breathtaking, it can distract you from the rest of the photograph. And the trick is called a shaded rectangle. Now, do you realize what I meant about my arms. Just look at me with the shirt on and don't I look like I have just burst out of a rock magazine?
I descended from Kingdom Insecta
Now this is me and my skinny self playing the guitar. I'm almost laughing to death while Ray was shooting this. Why? Check my arms out! Whoa, paint a few coconuts on the T-shirt sleeve and kazzzoooom, you have got a genuine looking coconut tree which is bent to about 90 degrees in the middle. Just to get rid of this ridiculously disturbing distraction, Ray suggested I wear a shirt. You will see me wearing a shirt in the next couple of snaps. But seriously, doesn't the T-shirt look cool? I got it free with the guitar. And for those guitar fanatics, I'm playing a cool A7 on the fifth fret.
It is Ray on the guitar
This is a picture of Ray posing with the guitar. When I typed in 'posing', I really meant that because I wanted you to know that he doesn't know how to 'play' the guitar; at least, that is the case as of now. I'm trying to teach him little bits and pieces and I must say that he has impressed me with his grasping power. Check out his hand and forearm - don't they look sexy? And by the way, doesn't the guitar look sexy as well?
A lot of stuff
In my two weeks on non-posting on the blog, there has been such a huge amount of stuff that was happening in my life, I can't just stop myself from writing about it all. Therefore, however self-centred, however thoughtless it might be in the wake of the Tsunami aftermath, I'm going to chronicle those two weeks. I hope you won't mind it.
The new year
Finally the new year has arrived; here in India at least. It promises quite a lot for me in a variety of ways.
Firstly, it is the year when I finally put my foot on the accelerator pedal of my professional career. Yes, I start residency at an institution reputed as one of the best in India. At the same time, the 3 years or so at the institution would be the most demanding; something which will really test the stuff that I'm made of.
This means that I would finally move out of home and stay alone. I've never done this in my life. This should give me a proper way to assess myself and my skills in managing my own life. Add to it the fact that I won't be restricted in pursuing my sexual ambitions.
Then comes the astounding range of possibilities in the field of music. This past two weeks have been so wonderful in this aspect. With the new electric guitar and other equipment that I recently bought, I could expand my horizons in the foray of music.
But as with each and every *new* year, I find that the year hardly lives upto its promised potential. But I attribute that fact squarely on myself for not doing enough to let expectations turn into reality.
What about this year? I will try my best to make it one of the best I've had.
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