She would run her fingers through the recesses...she would taste the tanginess of the liquid...she would smell so deep that orgasm would become a matter of convenience...she would look with microscopic eyes for each mole..each cut so as to internalize it...and then like a love-lorn soul give in to the temptations...
She would question..and then look in disbelief. She just wouldn't give away her much nurtured, much loved possession without inspection. She would ask the silliest of questions, express the gravest of concerns only to be assuaged by the other party who holds as much stake in the bargain. She wouldn't make do with the first or the second that comes her way. She would argue with her husband that after all its the question of not just their money that would be spent in the affair but a lot lot more. She would do a background check to confirm the details...the minutest ones regarding faith, value, trust, mobility, expectations...
She would sit idle in a corner...not admitting what she wants...a little tear drop prancing from one corner of her eye to the other...like a little girl she wouldn't go out...she wouldn't succumb to the chirpings of the friends though her heart would yearn to leap out....she would wait till someone convinced her to get what she wanted...she would play a thousand mind games so as not to show that she had won but that she had yielded to someone else's persuasion.
Such is the bond between a woman and her shopping. She may not be a good lover or a not-so-fussy mother looking for the right match for her marriageable daughter or a angelic li'l kid herself, but she sure knows how to create the right concoction of each of these roles when it comes to the object of her desire! Be it a high end perfume, a simple piece of muslin cloth or a mango pickle...you can't beat a woman and her ways!
Monday, February 8, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Stuff that dreams are made of!
A small village..
A truant I play on the stage of life.
As the sea roars like a hungry lion from behind,
I can't hear what my mother screams to tell me.
I walk past every known face..every known house..every known lane..
To enter a strait dark and dingy
Yes! thats the lane i call my "alter ego".
Where a million words..a trillion thoughts play hide and seek with each other...
And then hold hands and run together like little children set free.
I sit in a corner basking in the last rays of the setting sun,
Straining my eyes to see beyond the horizon:
As if the thoughts are tiptoeing the footsteps of a Pied Piper I cannot see...
As if its time I let them go.
Strange are the stuff that dreams are made of...
Strange the truth that freedom is but a colour I can only use on canvas!
A truant I play on the stage of life.
As the sea roars like a hungry lion from behind,
I can't hear what my mother screams to tell me.
I walk past every known face..every known house..every known lane..
To enter a strait dark and dingy
Yes! thats the lane i call my "alter ego".
Where a million words..a trillion thoughts play hide and seek with each other...
And then hold hands and run together like little children set free.
I sit in a corner basking in the last rays of the setting sun,
Straining my eyes to see beyond the horizon:
As if the thoughts are tiptoeing the footsteps of a Pied Piper I cannot see...
As if its time I let them go.
Strange are the stuff that dreams are made of...
Strange the truth that freedom is but a colour I can only use on canvas!
My First Born!
Chat transcript :
"me: do u blog?
XYZ: too lazy... i wish i had a software tht wud type as i spoke. my blog wud hav been a big hit i think
me: thr is sumthng like that isnt it?
XYZ: u do?
me: i dont...i dunno y...bcoz thts 1 thng i'd love to do bt again..laziness i think it is :)
XYZ: yes atleast for me its laziness dat way i wnt to be an actor/producer etc etc. in my mind i have done almost anything under the sun but in realtiy im just a lazy bum who lies back n thinks he is a hero
me: uff actor/producer is 1 thing...blogger is quite another!
XYZ: same thing - u need to put ur head down n apply urself - i cnt do that"
This was 2 days back...and I've been thinking since that indeed blogging is not rocket science! So here I am delivering my first born...in some sense beating the "lazy bum" out of the woman who dreams of spinning a whole new world out of her words! May the "lazy bum" never show its face again :) Amen!
"me: do u blog?
XYZ: too lazy... i wish i had a software tht wud type as i spoke. my blog wud hav been a big hit i think
me: thr is sumthng like that isnt it?
XYZ: u do?
me: i dont...i dunno y...bcoz thts 1 thng i'd love to do bt again..laziness i think it is :)
XYZ: yes atleast for me its laziness dat way i wnt to be an actor/producer etc etc. in my mind i have done almost anything under the sun but in realtiy im just a lazy bum who lies back n thinks he is a hero
me: uff actor/producer is 1 thing...blogger is quite another!
XYZ: same thing - u need to put ur head down n apply urself - i cnt do that"
This was 2 days back...and I've been thinking since that indeed blogging is not rocket science! So here I am delivering my first born...in some sense beating the "lazy bum" out of the woman who dreams of spinning a whole new world out of her words! May the "lazy bum" never show its face again :) Amen!
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