Ruined In Ecstasy

He undressed her with his words.

She surrendered to the touch which awakened desires.

His lips caressed a poetry on her curves.

Raw passion flamed bright in a room dimly lit.

Pleasure rushed through the veins like fire.

Her inhibitions died happy with their toes curled.

She cried joy, as her kohl was ruined in ecstasy, beautifully !

Tête-à-tête

She: I saw a “Beautiful Dream” last night.

Me: Were there too many mirrors in your room?

Yielding to her emotions she started to wither, she embraced me. Tears holding the promise of future started to drain down her cheeks. Each drop of it weighing more than the love one could ever contain. The shining beads of salty water had a silver lining of its own.

The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress

I am free, no matter what rules surround me.

If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them. If I find them too obnoxious, I break them.
I am free, because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do!

-Robert A. Heinlein (The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress).

Writing, a profession.

First you do it out-of-curiosity. If you like it, you do some more. You start doing it quite often because it is addictive like love. Then you compulsively do it for extracting praises or some pity admiration from friends and acquaintances. Finally you decide to willingly do it for money.

Writing is so much like Prostitution.

Be it writing or Sex, the more unashamed, the better it is.

Sundays In Bed

The lazy tide rolled in like a snail smoking weed.

Much to the amusement of the crooked trees that waved a leafy wave and poked fun at the salty breeze that giggled back.

Even the fish, little flashes of iridescent rainbows, smiled.

Seduced by a psychedelic sun that teased and tickled its way across the laughing orange carpet that was the sea.

Sparkles.

Little diamond fragments shone form wet green fingertips.

And still the rain fell.

While she collapsed under the crumpled sheets.

Wet and wetter.

He on his back, exhausted and smiling.

Another afternoon in bed.

Well spent.

-Michael Faudet

Happy :Diwali !!

║ Celebrate togetherness, not just Diya and Diwali,

║ Wish for values, instead of more wealth and opulence.

║ Illuminate the darken, donate to less fortunate ones,

║ Care and share with society, not just community.

║ Burst egos, not just crackers,

║ Worship humanity, not deity.

║ Work towards ethics and equality, beside wealth and status.

║ Spread Joy!

Of Love, Failure and Longing.

Some frozen moments and a piece of broken mirror,

His teary eyes reflected her very clear.

All those memories, had now long gone,

Like a quiet night from dusk to dawn.

When he was lost, she had showed him the way,

And that one eternal instance, when he had nothing to say.

It was a pain to accept, but things have gradually changed,

He tried to remind her of that cherished December rain,

In the storm of adversaries, she was his only hope,

But she wanted to be wicked, to shut all open doors.

He expected some kindness, she didn’t care to offer,

He felt like cursed, destined to Suffer.

He gave-up on his future and abandoned their shared dreams.

He realized there was no one, to hear his silent screams.

What was her reason, he wished he could know,

The killing pain within, should stop to grow.

He finally took the blame, for that one sweet sin,

Knowing that was required, to make her win.

He lived without her, with all the courage he could gather,

Sometimes questions himself, doesn’t it even matter.

He looked back, it appeared like ages,

In the meantime, he wrote poems to fill some empty pages.

In his words, she was earlier living,

Those words are now, devoid of life and its meaning.

He still misses the time they had together spent,

He still recalls that moment, when he had finally said:

Just live with me, live with me for years,

Live with me for the laughter, live with me for the tears.

Be mine, let’s live for today,

Who knows tomorrow the destiny will separate us away.

First we hate it, then we miss it. School.

My 14 year old cousin (Sahas) to me: Nahi nahi bhaiya, I don’t hate school, I actually hate waking up so early in the morning, that frustrated teacher who punish me for silly reasons, the homework, exams in every 2 months and surprise tests the most. Still, I don’t hate school.

And I realized, as kids we were same, in fact very same.

We never grow old for sharing stories about our school days, particularly when school friends meet. We loved the place called school for our own special reasons. And we still do the same in our own special ways.

Some part of us still belongs to those benches we sat on, we continue to live silently in those nonsensical chatter of classrooms (which we claimed to be ours), playground and morning assemblies. School, where life was 6 crazy hours of pure joy, unconditional friendships, childhood crushes, fun, play, and learning at the last. The recess when used to sit together to share tiffins, and surely there was one friend whose mom cooked more delicious food than ours. Some teachers we would never forget.

During school days, our lives were simple and we were innocent. Until time decided to introduce us to the complexities of demanding adulthood only to make our lives miserable.

At some stage in our School days, we had a time of our Life. Here are few memories that I can recall. Many of you will relate to it. And if you’re one of those who were not exactly referred to as a good student then you would relate to most of it.

• The Epic Feel when you wore the new crisp uniform.
• As a punishment for excessive talking, we were made to sit between two girls. Many of us had wished for the same punishment in college too. :P
• Our favourite exercise was throwing chalks at our classmates and then acting like it wasn’t you.
• Polishing Black Shoes till you could see your reflection.
• Acting like WWE wrestlers; The Undertaker, Steve Austin, Triple H and The Rock were the most celebrated with their trademark wresting moves. We all have tried to pull those wresting moves on others.
• We sung National Anthem with full passion and fervour. But for Pledge: India is my country. All Indians are my brothers and………. (Silence). I love my country………………..!
• Unfailingly we wrote our names on benches we used to sit on, with sketch pens and compass points.
• With all the confidence, alas for once, you have passed around your answer sheet all over the class, helping people fail.
• Loitering outside the class till the teacher comes and rushing in when u see her arrive.
• At some part of time, we mentally thanked our parents for putting us in co-ed. :P
• During those times, friendships were real and heartbreaks were fake [now it’s vice versa].
• We have fought for the last bench and claimed it by having your bag on it. In fact, it was the first thing we used to do as soon as we reach School.
• Tried to reflect sunlight on your teacher’s face with a wrist watch.
• Feeling ashamed while punishment. But if punishment is for whole class we really enjoyed those moments.
• Doing something wrong. But in front of the teacher acting surprised and making faces like….Hawww!! Who did that???
• “He is very mischievous, disturbs the whole class, doesn’t do his homework, he’s not focusing on studies, he talks a lot in class” some of the complaints our parents used to hear at Parent-Teachers-Meetings.
• The class captain writing the names of those who are talking and giving it to the teacher.
• Using exam pads as cricket bats to play in class.
• That scary question, “Have you done your homework?” followed by our patent answer, “Ma’am, I forgot my notebook”.
• We loved those pencils that had little plastic lead heads; you could take it out and insert it back from the top.
• Feeling extremely happy when the teacher was absent and she had two classes on that day.
• During recess, we would eat tiffin, play football, win, go to toilet, do time-pass and come back!  In just 20 minutes.
• Though you were the only one who could understand what you had drawn; but you still believe your drawing skills were underrated and you had potential to be an abstract artist, whose talent went unrecognized.
• Not carrying your lunch box in high school because it’s embarrassing, especially for guys :P
• Sitting in classroom wondering on whom the ceiling fan will fall.
• Saying I am not well and then the forced ‘head down’ treatment, saviour from a boring period!
• 40 guys playing football on the ground and you were one of them who hardly kicked the ball once in whole recess.
• There is at least one instance when you asked: “Ma’am can I go to toilet?” and Teacher replied: “It should be may and not can.” And you were like, “WTF! I can’t hold it up here. Is this the time to teach Grammar?”
• That crazy roar when the teacher leaves, only to quiet down just in time before the next one comes. We had an epic spy system!
• The large collection of your signature samples on the last page of the notebook.
• Asking someone else to bring you lunch from the canteen because you’re too “cool” to stand in the line.
• Statements like “Put your pen down, or else I will not collect your paper” and “They’d fine you if you spoke in any language other than English.”
• Buying Uncle Chips for the funky erasers, Lays for Tazos and collecting various stickers for filling the sticker book.
• Changing places and sitting near your group and getting disappointed when teacher tells u to sit on your original place.
• Putting your test paper silently in your bag when the teacher starts collecting everyone’s!
• Human Reproduction System, the favourite chapter in Biology.
•  That scary moment when your teacher says that they’re going to start calling on random people and hence avoiding eye contact with teacher so that you don’t get called up.
• Thinking when will the period get over?
• Creating nuisance in the class on purpose so that the teacher could send your entire group out.
• Boys classifying girls as ‘Teriwali’ and ‘Meriwali’.
• Distributing chocolates to the entire class on your birthday and only giving your best friend more than one!
• Hard slap which you got after a weird answer which you thought was correct and the bells kept ringing in your mind for couple of long minutes after that. You wondered, it was a straight simple science answer, was the teacher expecting something poetic instead?
• Using rubber bands to hold up the socks that used to lose their elastic and later using that rubber band to hit others.
• That mini heart attack when teacher said ‘SURPRISE TEST”.
• Not being able to control your laughter because teacher said something that didn’t make any sense whatsoever.
• Seeing someone ugly and teasing your friend saying ‘Hey see, your girlfriend! :P
• During class tests: You are continuously pinching your friend whom you made to sit at a very strategic location (i.e. in front of you). And the teacher sends him to the farthest corner in the hall.
• When staying up till 11 was considered late.
• Walking to the stage full of pride when the principal called you for a prize you had won
• How can one forget those never ending slam books which were an equivalent to a JOB CV during that time?

And that moment when we finally stepped out of our school for the last time and we knew, our world wouldn’t be same anymore.

P.S. The idea for the above piece came from the conversation I had with my cousin on his birthday. This write-up was initially posted on Facebook, here.