Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Torn.

He hugged me, a warmth spreading through the veins of my body and blood gushing across from under my pale brown skin. He tried to let me go, I tightened my hands wrapping it around his back, I felt safer hugging him - he wanted to let me go even as I shivered. A few silent tussles after, he succeeded and I felt a void fill the insides of me as I looked up to see his face. There was no one. It was my own comfort trying to comfort me; my own insecurity and my own sense of unfulfilment, my ingratitude and my cynicism getting the better of me. For years I shrugged love, comfort and security, the three things I crave the most today. I took them for granted, for they came to me served on a silver platter.

His eyes filled with love still haunts me as I go to bed with my pillow for company.
I am still reminded of his strong arms when I see someone lifting heavy objects for me across a staircase.
I sometimes mistakenly dial his number every time I need to make a gas reservation.
I miss his white teeth and the wonderful smile he always welcomed me with whenever he greeted me.
I used to love the way his hair ruffled in the wind and a tiny wisp would settle down on his forehead and he would brush it aside, smilingly.
I never miss a single birthday of his, wishing him promptly at the stroke of twelve.
I still smile at the frayed ends of the black and white photograph we took years ago one sultry afternoon on the beach after we decided that we'd be together till death do us apart.

Unfortunately, death really did do us apart.


Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Men I've met

Disclaimer: At the outset I would like to state that this post is extremely biased, written from the point of view of the people have met, opinions can differ, there is no right or wrong. You can agree with me or present your viewpoint and experiences.

In the twenty-three years of my existence, I have been exposed to a variety of men - well, not quite literally, but you get what I mean. This is an amalgamation of all that I have seen from personal experience, by observing people and after listening to woe stories from my girl pals. So ladies and gentlemen (oops, not for children), here's Yours Truly presenting to you, the different types of men.


Daddy's David:
This guy has all the luxury in the world, lives on the father's money and cribs about how his dad 'sometimes' does not give him enough cash to, hold on guys, party. David is pampered, spoiled and extremely superficial. He owns a credit card, a debit card, drives his dad's second or third car and literally blows all his money out and asks his dad for more. He knows how to impress girls - bouquets, fancy dinner dates, expensive gifts and sometimes random road trips to places where his girlfriend will upload 'sun-kissed' selfies. He convinces everyone around him to believe that he is the most prized possession and deserves to be showered with only the best. Guilty, who? No, I deserve this. Well, he is selfish as hell. His interests are mostly up-scale and rarely long-lasting. Unfortunately, so are his relationships.  

Self-made Sam: 
Sam is self-sufficient, spends cautiously but generously, has fun and brings out the reaction that every situation demands of him. Sam is responsible and extremely determined. He earns the tag of being the Best Employee at work, Ideal Son at home and the Perfect Boyfriend in a relationship. Sam lives for others - sometimes he is adventurous but is mostly very serious. Sam believes in culture and values. He would do anything to make others happy, even if that makes him miserable from the inside. He doesn't take risks and looks out for a 'settled and comfortable' life. His vacations are planned three months in advance and will never cancel one thing for the other. Indian parents go looking out for a Sam for their daughters, unfortunately.

Stingy Steven:
Steven is smart, Steven likes to save money but Steven is stingy to such an extent that he will be completely fine living a miserable life despite having all the money. Steven doesn't spend on food, rarely shops (read shabby clothes), counts every penny he has loaned and almost always never pays for the bill (I forgot my wallet, could you pay this time please?). The most he could do is split it. And he goes all guns blazing for free food and drinks. Steven even judges you by the amount of money you spend and secretly wishes he could too. Stinginess is a disease, it really is. 

Broke Bob:
Bob is forever broke, borrows money from you and hardly ever thinks of returning it. Bob cancels out on plans because his money is never enough, travels in second class and insists on taking a lunch box every time he goes out and yearns for money he could have had - you can't really blame him, he is just poor. He's emotionally fragile and ends up blaming the Universe for what he doesn't have and takes no effort whatsoever to alter his situation - maybe we should rechristen him 'Lazy and Broke Bob' . 

Show-off Sheldon: 
Sheldon is smart, self-sufficient, earns well and spends generously. He is very lovable and fun loving, adventurous and outgoing. But there is a small glitch - he does and overdoes all of it and to top it all, shows off. He discusses in detail about the amount of money he spends - his international trip plans, bank balance, the latest car or mobile phone he plans to buy, casually flashes his Mont Blanc Limited Edition Masterpiece pen while signing in a restaurant and exclaims how a piece of land in Maldives will be a good idea for a farmhouse or how he is planning to open up forty yoga studios in one of the metro cities in India. Incorrigible Sheldon's show-off skills work well to spread publicity but is absolutely unnecessary otherwise and brings nothing but embarrassment to the women with him.  

That's all from me, folks. 

Sunday, February 7, 2016

CLANDESTINE

The boots crushed them down, 
The gravel - they cracked and creaked
She took the quietest possible route to meet,
her soul-mate and to cheat.

She called him out and off they went, 
into the jungles and away from the rest.

They held hands and made crazy love,
She let out screams, of ecstasy and lust
Echoing through the forest and how.