When a relation is born!

I have a sibling; a 'male-sibling'! 

Nevertheless, several times I faced this question from my teachers, friends, colleagues etc - ‘Don’t you have a sister? If then, she could have been a pretty angel... eh?’ My repeated negative reply to this query has been an undisrupted distress.

Although she was my ‘blood-relative’ and labeled as my cousin, I could meet her only after two decades of my life. Weird factors restrained us from meeting ‘on time’. Fate stole 20 years of our life. Any brother will have the most fruitful time of relation with his sister during childhood, which I haven’t had at all. 

One fine day, I got an opportunity to visit my uncle’s house. She (uncle's daughter) was all alone at house in the after noon. The main door disclosed upon reacting to my calling bell. A tall, slim and fair girl appeared affront. She is 4 years younger to me. It was our first meet. In addition to an orange top and a jet black frock, she was in a new apron with a ladle in hand. Her face was bright and breezy. 

I had self-induction with my blood-relation as ‘I’m Ambareesh, trust you could recognize me by my name!’ 

The hidden sun rose at her lips and without any ignition trouble she took me inside. We didn’t speak as if we were absolutely new to each other till time, but we felt an imperceptible comfort level to each other. She continuously spoke about her Engineering course and professional dreams. I could still memorize that she was fanatical after ISRO and Nano technology and conversant about Harry Potter and Twilight series. I had never seen a garrulous girl as she was. She spoke ‘sense’ with aid of scientific facts and substantiations. This happened before 5 years from now! Through her, I got to know about her family in depth and could engineer a brawny bond of relation. During her graduation, I got familiarized with her close friends. I even fall in platonic love with one of her seniors. It sustained till our families dispersed the affair on ground of emaciated horoscope match!  

 

Best things I adored in her were her innocent mind and elegant appearance. Beauty in her was at equilibrium both in her outlook and outline. She always spoke her mind! Her uncompromising talent in classical dancing, proven brilliance in academics, persistent self-confidence, robust devotional base and impulsive respect to elders made me proud of own sister. I didn’t have to research for worth-factors in my sister but those were vividly evident and existent along with her personality. 

I felt as if her tranquil house premises have a magnetic power which could exert a pull on me always. It’s situated in a rich grove full of lofty coconut trees, olden woods and herbal plants. The focal appeal in there is a large puddle situated beside house which is filled with sky-blue water. During rainy season, I used to sit on the marble floor at the foyer for hours looking at thousands of small circles which drizzle draw on the surface of the pool-water by chit chatting with everyone. Whenever I see her with uncle, I enjoyed being a part of the flow of hilarity between the daughter and father. Those were funny conflicts between 2 generations. 

I couldn’t have gifted anything to her till now. Not even a B’day cake! I kept all in due. 

Now, I wish to root here out my mindset revolving around her. We relocated to the same city for my work and for her studies. She deputed me as her LG (Local Guardian) in her college records. I used to get frequent calls from her, whenever she fall sick and situation demands medication. 

Whenever I befall mentally drained, without any basis I get energy out of thinking of her face. She has not inspired me with any sessions of counseling or advises as such to recall. But, still I feel her influence in my living. I do not want to describe anything more here. This is a piece of tribute to my bliss within which will remain eternal.

'Journey to the center of Self!'

'Swamy Vivekanandan's soul departed his perishable body after vibrant 48  years upon realizing that no more avenues to explore herein. In general, we slowly start realizing the mission of own life by pulling socks up and to get on to dais by 48. But, Swamikal finished all his semesters of the course being human by that age! Either his family or friends or enemies or unknown public couldn't influence him as an obstruction in his leap into self-realization. He neither compared himself with others in terms of any worldly features nor worried being incompetent to his so-called successful contemporaneans. His agenda in life was self actualization and he could bring about blossom on his vision. 

But, I feel about myself as a half baked cookie with necessary ingredients composed in but without the required texture. We exist to fuel on others expectations. Our inability and at the same time, other's abilities also hamper our peace of mind. I feel ashamed of my education system for teaching me C++ and Quadratic equations rather than Vedas and Geetha! Unfortunately our environment warns us to be financially secured to sustain in this greedy world. Now food is not something which has got a role to fill the belly. House is not something which should safe guard us from external challenges. Attire is not something to veil us or to enhance the appeal but to communicate our market value. Brandished and counterfeit lifestyle which we aspire to be a part of now, encountered the virtue of ancient 'quality life' equations! This is an era of professional saints who offer paid counseling, online services upon net-banking payment and meditation classes with fat donation. 

Thousands of years back, Gurus like Sandipani or Vyasan or Vasishdhan carried enormous volume of processed knowledge in their brain without any help of hard disc or pen-drive. Those humans imparted quality in the civilians and guided the society from the darkness of dilemma to the light of self awareness. Now, when I look at myself or for that matter most of my acquaintance, I feel guilty in the role being handled and the purpose of existence!  Aadi Shankaran haven't scared of wild animals in the dark forests on his long toe-expedition to find the extreme glory. Swamy Vivekamandan was not afraid of hostile waves while swimming across Indian ocean. 

It is wondrous that emperor Ashokan and Gowtham Budhan didn't influence us as Drona guru's statue changed Ekalavyan's life! Gandhiji used to keep Bhagavatgeetha handy always and he benefited out of it a lot on his challenging life experiments. What I strongly feel is we are proudly bragging about our ancestor's worth and we try surpassing life closing eyes in a state of being physically pleased and spirituality challenged! With the possession of fragile knowledge and extremely unfavorable surrounding, we will need to journey to realize own identity, role, mission and vision. Failing which we can establish ourselves as a successful human being upon chasing our professional and personal targets but leaving the core aim undiscovered! Not being pessimistic but I feel anyone requires to have an insight about own worth for that matter a fisherman or engineer or politician or scavenger or doctor or farmer. Because, the will mold a better world which is fit to live in. It will create humans with broader heart. Or else, going thousands of years forward, this world may become a forest full of sophisticated animals greeding for the flesh and blood of any others!

It happened in Hindusthan!

The afore-illustrated is a notorious rape-attempt scene from Mahabharata; which reminds us that since ages woman’s respect, privacy and dignity have never been safe unless there is someone along with to save it.

We live in a society in which the majority believes that ethics is idiocy and thus its better lead our life driven by personal tastes and not the obsolete societal norms or not as per ethical guidelines. Quiet a good amount of Metro ladies select costumes which enable show-casing their anatomical lustre in such a manner to arouse the opposite sex who walk toward or look at. And, what if any of the opposite sex turns out to be an animal at times? Rapists who are minority in the society puts the goodwill of the rest of entire gentlemen at stake like a drop of citric acid in a barrel of milk! Every son shall lose own face before own mother; alike of brother before own sister, of husband before wife and of fiancé before fiancé’ on ground of this cold-blooded masculine initiative! 

The Delhi gangrape and the pathetic demise thereafter of the victim is not the first thing happened around us. Rape news has been turning out to be boring news as a result of daily repetition. But, why do still the rape serials continue starring even politicians, soldiers, police men, teachers, fathers..Etc.. in addition to the savage gangs on streets? I could recollect instances of many kids, immature ladies and tourist women who are being assaulted. As per latest media study, a lady is being molested in every 40 minutes in India. But, unfortunately or fortunately, the Delhi gangrape victim was not a Below Poverty Line lady and the gang of culprits was not belonging to the upper cream crust of the society. Otherwise, this rape murder could have remained at the maximum as 'just another interesting daily news' on local evening yellow news papers! Thus, having considered the seriousness of the issue, the gangrape and vicious murder in the moving bus in the capital has sparked country-wide outrage and a strong string of protests across the country.

As an aftermath of the Delhi gangrape murder, strong judicial reinforcement has to be carried out to safeguard the freedom of our ladies. It should protect the ladies who are at the top as well as at the bottom layer of society. It should castigate the rich or middle-classed or poor male rapists by the same token. Remember, judiciary shall not have any discrimination amongst a young degree student or middle aged lecturer or unmarried software engineer or pure nun or aged street orange seller or street-whore or luxury-whore; same law for different types of people who are categorized in general as 'female'.  
Whenever we discuss about various dimensions of women's life, prostitution appears as a black hole. Prostitution shows the nature of a society we live in; we shall raise voice against prostitution and not against prostitutes. No societal system can be sustained without public pampering; and at this juncture system is the culprit and not the persons. Because, behind every successful whore, there is a group of womanizers whose faces probably remain hidden. But, luxury-whore is selling herself neither for food nor shelter though street-prostitution also cannot be justified on ground of any so-called fate. 

Indian judiciary has got so many loop holes and its own pros and cons. At times, justice appears to be miles afar to the most deserved and on contrary it also seems to be in hand for the undeserved. A gentleman's daily life shouldn't fail before a 'mischievous lady' at any public place. The legal armor to be made for protecting our ladies followed by the gangrape-murder shouldn't substantiate any misbehavior from a woman and to accuse the male opponent who is innocent at any specific situation. 

So, any fresh legal clause to be compiled to embark upon this societal brutality shouldn't be vulnerable enough to get exploited by anyone as an easy weapon for any political or personal vengeance against the male-enemy at the other end!  

We cannot dream about an era in which an Indian woman walks alone in bikini with no fear on an empty pavement situated at a dirty dark corner of any cities in India. But, we should at least bring about an environment which ensures freedom and safety to every woman at any point of time of a day. Let this ‘piece of shame’ erupted in Delhi be a precursor to a positive change to be occurred in our system.  

As 'Manusmruthi' says, the society that provides respect and dignity to women flourishes with nobility and prosperity. And a society that does not put women on such a high pedestal has to face miseries and failures regardless of how so much noble deeds they perform otherwise.  So, It is duty of father, husband and son to protect her!

'Chopping board'

I would rather term it as ‘adoption’ rather than ‘marriage’. She purchased me before 2 years for bilateral benefits.

Before 5 years, upon finishing my graduation from a wholesale educational establishment in Mangalore, I tried my fortune with the Leela, Bangalore. I served as Asst. Commis second in South Indian Hot Kitchen for some months without seeing sun; neither sunrise nor sunset except on my off days. Many tons of carrots, potatoes and onions got it’s skin peeled through my holy palms. I was notorious in hotel for my lethargy and lack of charisma except in my speed in dish washing and chopping vegetables. My tremendous pace and expertise in Onion chopping was famous in hotel even till General Manager’s cabin. There were days I had worked continuously for more than 30 hours and it was of no difference from slavery.

Those were the nights I used to fall asleep on sheding on to my dusty cotton bed witin 4 normal knots of breathe. Biologically, I am a sensitive sleeper as certiied by my degree hostel mates. If a pin drops down or if my Pappa do a midnight urinary flushing soundedly on toilet closet or if my 100 meter distant-neigbour’s veteran Pomerian barks, my sleep used to get distracted. But, I accustomed sleeping tight in a 2BHK room even before the rest of 21 inhabitants sleep. But, my tiredness from duty helped me sleep nullifying every possible varieties of visible and invisible pollutant emissions from 21 sources. Amongst all, except 3 or 4 were ardent devotees of Old Monk rum and Cigarettes. I hate Old Monk. Hence, I waited for my capable time to bag better branded whiskeys. During horrifying summer, we faced severe water crisis in room and only the first 5 or 7 those who awake first were entitled to take a decent shower.

One fine day, when I realized going through my payslip for the month that my salary hike for the year was about INR 225, I absconded from Bangalore and appeared on the next morning for 'Momley' break fast at my home. On retrieval from Hotel industry, I felt as if I am leading a clam retirement life. Pappa, Mommy and Sister inculcated luxury to my homely-heavenly days. I had no friends or no account in Orkurt or Facebook or Twitter at that time to kill time. Thus, I had nothing else to do apart from helping Pappa in his rubber tapping in the morning and during daytime I only used to eat, excrete, sleep and masturbate thinking on fat south Indian actresses. I spent almost one and half years in this fashion and which dumped more than 7 Kgs of fat in me.

I didn’t seriously start thinking about my future until I had a piece of my Birthday cake on my 27th Year on earth. Pappa consulted with marriage brokers to arrange bride for his capable son. I had only one demand that ‘she’ should be fiscally capable enough to look after me by taking care of my basic needs.

I got many proposal letters. But, couldn’t get through the interviews due to disparity in many verticals; for that matter age, family name, financial status, physical match, culture match.. etc.. Susan was my 18th interviewer. Susan works as Sr. recruiter in London, United Kingdom in an Indian based consultancy. Her earnings looked spanning through Indian ruppee view point. She liked me even though she realized that I am a ‘good for nothing’ when it comes to any profession. She was 3 years elder than me. She looked pretty on make-up and there were no romance found on her face. She had nothing in her which I had desired for in my life partner except money. She had only her younger sister alive in her family who works as IELTS trainer in Pala.

After marriage, on first night Susan told me that, ‘Henceforth, you are my owner. You should keep my key in your pocket safe. And, same time I will guarantee your life security. I have been earning lots of money since past 5 years and I will have to be there in the UK for few more years. I have my own vision in life. I need your support in my personal life. I’m fed up of solitude and I need to have a meaningful family around, that entire expectation is surrounded by you!’. I was delighted and thrilled. Susan took me over and flew to London.

I was weak in English and I took few months to familiarize with British English. I decreased using ‘pardon me’ from my conversation gradually. For honeymoon, Susan took me to famous spots in the London and enriched my days with lots of entertainments acquired by money. Susan had many official friends as well as personal friends in London. She presented me before them all in expensive suite attires. What I had to do is to dominate Susan in public as a competent partner. Contrary to our bed room scenes, she enjoyed being obedient to my commands in public.

Susan asked me once that, ‘do you want to work or are you comfortable being at home?’. I left the decision up to her wish and she asked me to be at home untill I gets bored of house hold chores. I mastered cookery, dish and cloth washing, house keeping, purchasing.. etc..

I was afraid of Hotel industry. Deep reluctance and laziness to work in Hotel industry and enslavement made my days, weeks and months; dependency developed as a comfort factor for me.

Susan had a predetermined family plan. As per her calculation, I will have to feed her womb after another year from now. Susan was not interested in having Sex with me. She used to shout at me in polite manner when I caress across her anatomical junctions in midnight darkness. I had spent many months sleeping near Susan upon suffering from the tempting flavor of body lotion and by doing just masturbation assuming her cooperation! Later on, I came to know that she had wonderful external resources to satisfy her biological needs. I did neither question her nor deny. Because, I too had better options to do for myself for my needs in the neighborhood!

I and Susan used to visit the nearby church on every Sundays and the father was a young man, who worked as COP serving public once and now too serving public but having different reporting officer! He was my only friend in London ever since I did my sincere confession before him one day. Father Gabriel used to console me for my solitary worries and helplessness repeatedly stating ‘there is a time for everything!’

Everyday in the morning, Susan would kick start my day with her black tea service. Then, she will start replying to her official mails and would make a few official calls. On realising Susan’s busy work schedule, I no more anticipated her hands in break fast preparation. My 3 year Hotel Management course helped me performing my role better.

By 9, Susan shall leave for office emptying her break fast served plates. My day starts from then. I will finish house hold chores one by one and will start indulging in experimenting with various culinary reactions. On having sound lunch followed my R & D, I shall either spend time on watching movies or sleeping.

I recently opened account in facebook, through which I could feel the pulse of my friends’ life and updates. I got back most of my degree friends in touch on facebook. On return from my purchase from Market, I used to visit Elizebeth or Sofy. They both were the ladies in our residential lane. They wanted my sweat resultant efforts to test their 'health and glow' which they have been acquiring from having nutritios diet, physical work outs at gym and luxurious lifestyle of utmost ease! What they wanted is a vibrant wild assistance to push them up to orgasm in absence of their partners. One of the advantages which I had sensed of these affairs is the feel of liberty to show off vulgarity with no limits, which I am sure one cannot do with the married partner.

Susan would come back home by 7, either in our own car or by any of her friend’s. If Susan comes drunk, she will allow me too to drink for the night, the expensive brands. On serving supper, she shall go to bed.

We had a weird chemistry working out in between. Unlike to other spouses, she hardly felt my presence and I was not strong enough to infiltrate in to her heart. There were no words called compassion, loyalty, sympathy, consideration, compromise as such in our married life vocabulary; but only formality. 

On the last Easter morning, I logged into my facebook account to post an Easter wish to my friends. I noticed a new message notification.

'Hey mate, Happy Easter wishes! Trust you remember me; your own degree room mate. I saw your profile in here and you turned handsome and acquired posh looks! I came to know from Shinoj that you got married to a UK Malayali girl and got happily settled in London. Heard that she takes care of your family financially by providing you food, clothing and shelter and you bloody works as an unpaid husband at home. Fucker, aren't you ashamed of yourself? You are a symbol of shame among entire MANkind! Anyways, good luck for you.. dear stinking piece of shit!'.

When I read this facebook message from my degree room mate named Purandar, I couldn't control my laughter. He was my evergreen enemy during college days ever since I stole INR 500 from his wallet to pay and settle down a whore on an emergency.

I replied to him: 'Hi dear.. How are you? Nevertheless, please understand that I'm very happy with my life :) '. I did not want to gift him a smile and to give him a psychological dominance over me. So, I lied him contrary to my state of being uncertain about my life. His message litigated my self confidence about own life and it screwed my happiness. It slowly ignited my dissatisfaction with what I am at present! 
 

In the evening, on returning from Church, I was too much disturbed about the shape of my life on reading Purandar's facebook message. On that night, when Susan was sleeping, I uncontrollably ran in to dining room and started weeping off on thinking of the worthlessness and helplessness of my life. Susan could hear my sobbing and came to me. That was a night without sleep. We spoke for hours and hours for the first time after marriage. We decided many things and also to produce a new member to the family.

Months went by and an indication of entry of a new member to our family appeared at Susan’s abdomen. During, gestation she took complete leave and was in home. Susan came out of operation theater with a crying face of male baby.

We named him Charles. First time after our marriage, we went to Kerala and spent 2 weeks. In presence of the new entrant Susan automatically got transformed from an authoritative home-lead to a loyal mother to my son! Susan started being sincere rather than mechanical in her attitude towards me.

We returned to London and then our days felt to be more meaningful. Susan resigned from her job and using her solid networking contacts, she arranged couple of interviews for me. And, I could get a job at the Marriott hotels, London. There were an Indian Kitchen. But, this time I was neither a servant nor a slave. I got the right platform to perform my natural passion towards cooking. Better salary and work environment made me a chef with full of energy. I started getting recognition to my talent at work. When I go back to home after duty, Susan and Charles shall be waiting to have life with me. A meaningful life. Life went on. I and Susan stopped having immoral fun outside and a better understanding was being formed, which solidified the relation to start off with.

　

'A lot can happen in a rushy bus!'

I saw her in a packed bus. She was noticeably curvaceous and the one with a vibrant body language. I'm sure that every men and women in bus could have looked at her at least once! Having self-motivated from my history, I confidently thought she will talk to me first. I threw my continuous gazes at her. But, she didn't mind talking to me at all! Then, I too denied talking to her. I felt disgraced and dodged from her insincere glimpses until I got off from bus. I had something in my hand to present to her. It was Rs. 5/- coin and I felt pity about the unlucky lady conductor to not to have it from me!

'22 Female Virginia'

Ashlie Atkinson is doing her Post Graduation in Occupational Therapy in Tidewater Community College at Virginia Beach. She was famed among gentlemen in her campus for her 181 cms of height and lust-leaking pimply face. She has been self venerated for having blessed with an entrancing elan and eye-catching anatomical features. She had installed a long mirror in her bath room to have a daily microscopic analysis on the peaks and valleys across her. Ashlie is a member of a family consisting 12. Her father was the only mannish constituent in the family and Ashlie was the 5^th member in the production-hierarchy of her Dad.

Travelling was her abiding passion and a bottomless hankering to visit most of the big font-names in the world map. Now, she is on her debut visit to India for Curricular Summer Internship Program with the financial support from the US Government for a tenure of 6 months. Ashlie was curious about Indian culture and unique life style. From the moment she experienced Indian soil at her toes at Mumbai’s Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport, she recalled some shots from the movie ‘Slumdog Millionaire’! Along with the tarnished slums in India, she also invoked the part of her General Knowledge about incalculable temples and sacred sites in India with more than a billion people and a civilization thousands of years in the making. Incredible India, a country wherein a woman is strictly supposed to enjoy (or suffer) sex with a single guy, that too on her family's recruitment strategy by sacrificing in-built biological passions for name-sake or to upkeep outdated societal laws or so-called culture!

‘White Tiger’, a novel by Aravinda Adige and ‘Eat Pray Love’, a movie starring Julia Roberts inspired her to select India as her internship location. She went to New Delhi by train on 3^rd class general compartment from Mumabi instead of on A/C two tier compartments to feel the ground realities of Indian lower middle class. Usually, Ashlie likes to wear costumes which expose most of her parts in public except the spots wherein femininity is at its peak. But, Indian eyes warned her in a single day that she has to rework on her dressing options. It was a new experience to be a part of extra ordinary crowd of different religion, color, costume, age, education and financial grade; and to get suffocated in the sweat smelt air inside the compartment. She grabbed a pleasure in the abrupt re-location from Virginia to New Delhi.

She found an accommodation at a ladies hostel with help of her emergency contact person named Margaret Sofia, who works at US Embassy, India.

Ashlie’s internship centre was Auriga Psychiatry centre in Shalimar Road. Daily she would meet and study hundreds of mentally challenged kids who are at the rehabilitation centre which is a subsidiary unit of Auriga hospital.

She had to slow down the flow of her conversation to make the rest to ease following her movements of lips. After her routine at the Auriga, she would get back to room to make her food, bed and study reports. Sometimes a packet of wheat bread, or a packet of milk, or a bottle of scotch whiskey, or a packet of cigarettes would be in her hands on her return to room in late evenings. She liked to travel by foot or bicycle rather than by train or bus or rick. She liked to wander alone across the city and she liked everyone looking at her and treating like an alien beauty. Some guys used to follow her until they realize that they can’t survive her stare-backs with self-confidence! Each day in India contributed something special to her retina. She witnessed magical diversities in people’s life around and compared it with that of American’s. In a month, she visited the main historical places in and around Delhi and clearly got accustomed to Indian situations and made a good professional network in the city.

After a busy scheduled week, Ashlie was relaxing at Costa Coffee in Connaught Place with a cup of Americano with Mushroom and Cheese Panini. On gulping coffee down, she noticed a guy’s eyes glued at her who sits 3 tables ahead. He was well-costumed with famous foreign brands. She assumed that the gentle man is intended to speak to her. After getting a Latté Caramellato delivered on his table, he got up and headed slowly toward Ashlie’s table with a grinning face and occupied the second chair found around her table. Ashlie couldn’t deny gifting a smile in return to the innocent smile found in front.

‘Hey, how’s coffee?’ Gentleman asked gently.

‘Quiet good… I love coffee…’ She served the answer.

‘By the way, I’m Dilip Vasanth Solanki; you can address me as ‘Vasanth’. I work in Bharti Wallmart, Delhi as Jr. Business Analyst. I don’t know you of course and would love to know though.” He started off with self introduction.

“Fine, I’m not asking you that why are you here? Because, I’ve seen hell a lot of guys like you over less than last 22 years of life.’ Her words strengthened and smile weakened this time.

Vasanth kept the half portioned coffee cup on table and resumed. ‘All right. I do agree that I’m absolutely a stranger to you but, today I want to be a friend of yours by any hook or crook’! He spoke on face of her like an immature child asking for candy to his Dad; and both stood still for a while.

‘You are the 5th foreign lady I met today like this in various contexts! You are gonna be my last destiny and magically the most prettiest!’ 

‘I don’t think you are mentally challenged. But, certainly sounds interesting! Could you brief out what’s wrong with your pathetic condition?’ She insisted.

“Well, I will tell you Miss……….’ He couldn’t finish the sentence.

‘…….Ashlie’ She retorted.

‘Okay, thanks Ash… See, I’m a kinda guy who met so many girls in life and had dating with N number of ‘em. I helped many poor girls... I meant to… to come out of their virginity. Making a girl friend is not a big deal for me. But, I wanna get a super model like you as my better part today!’ He sounded panic.

‘Oh Jesus Christ! Why?’ Ashlie laughed out this time.

‘I will tell you a worst thing which ever had happened to me on yesterday! But, before we enter into that, may I know something about you Ms. Ash…?’ He showed no signs on face of fright of not getting an answer from her to this question.

The ‘global being’ in Ashlie answered to his question in precise and after paying the bill, they started off to walk gently out of the café’.

‘So…, do you smoke Ash? Actually I had quit smoking long back. But, yesterday on I started it off again...!’

He started of both smoking and briefing out his history. ‘Look, on the last Wednesday I was at Akshardham Metro Station, heading back to room after work. I noticed a tall foreign girl standing idle waiting for the next train to come. She was not an ordinary girl. First thing I noticed in her was her height. She was about 6 foot. I would be hardly up to the level of her nose holes! Her healthy size of long legs and an attractive conjunction at her buttocks automatically drove me toward her. The experienced proposer in me looked up onto her face and began speaking.’

‘Hi, are you new to Delhi?’ I started off with my updated proposing techniques and it ended up in my first dating with that Italian beauty named Natalie at Barbeque nation in Janakpuri on the weekend. I went to meet her up with my intimate friend Wilfred, who is staying in my neighborhood. Wilfred is working as Asst. Manager Finance at DLF. Since my car was in garage, we went by Alfred's 'Thunder-bird' to the restaurant. I proudly introduced her to Alfred. I asked Alfred to capture some photographs of mine with Natalie. As I had pre-instructed to Alfred, he pretended as if he is busy and left us liberated. Before he disperse from us, Alfred said me in Hindi that, 'Fucker, I feel jealous of you! She is 100 degree hot. Hats off to your dick and tick tick tick, your time starts now' and he departed.

After the lunch at Barbeque Nation, we went to Palika Bazar and roamed till late evening. I invited her to visit my room. She didn't even ask me that 'why to?’ We went to my room by rick. I showed her every room and entered into my master bed room. We have started planning our ‘To Do list’ of the night. She suggested going to pub. But, though I was undergoing an Ayurvedic medication for jaundice’s aftermaths from which I have recovered before couple of weeks, I was advised to not to use drinks or smoke. So, I denied the pub-plan. Our discussion on global topics went on till I could realize that I'm in my bed room with an utmost attractive woman of my choice.'

Ashlie and Vasanth continued their evening walk and Ashlie turned curious on the story flow.

'Ash... I love fashion TV than any other channels and I started watching it from the age of 11. Right from that time, it was my dream to have a woman-friend of more than 180 -183 cms height.' Vasanth's eyes were twinkling with greed.

'Buddy, but, you look below 6 foot and why do you want to have a girl who is taller than you?' She asked with exaggeration.

'I don't know, in girls I adore to height rather than any other features at front or back.' He convinced her and chuckled.

'Well, what has happened in room then? An enjoyable sex-wrestle as usual?' Ash asked him heedlessly.

'I will tell... She was in sleeveless top and tight jeans. I asked her to stand up to compare height looking at mirror. I lasciviously told her that 'Honey, next time you should wear high heals; so that you would look even sexier and your buttocks would appeal fruitful and attractive than of on flat heals!' I smelt her smooth and waxed arms and I got a mixed smell of her sweet womanish sweat and of some Italian body lotions. Her body language was positive and I started rolling my fingers across her hair and arms.

‘How damned smooth is your skin sweetie...’ I rose thrilled. But, unexpectedly she leaned backward and blocked me with a question, ‘Buddy, what you are up to?’

‘I mean… Just…’ I froze at this unexpected question, that too from a modern foreign girl!

‘C’mon sit down; let’s talk as good friends... It’s our very first meet up and you don’t have patience bloody hunter!’ She smile-fully blasted at me.

‘Hey... Hey, what’s wrong...? Chillout honey… See, I guessed you would be frank and open as I have watched in hundreds of Hollywood movies. For instance, the movie ‘Vicky Christina Barcelona’! See, in that movie one guy straight away approaches to 2 stranger beauties at a restaurant for group sex. And, that’s how it would be... Eh?” I tried to balance the situation.

‘Ouch, che cazzo stai dicendo? (What the hell are you talking about?)’

Her mother tongue spilled furiously during emergency and continued in English.

‘See buddy, Realty is miles away from what you have seen on movies... And, never think that I’m a whore to indulge in physical interaction on our first meet up!’ She sounded furious and continued.

‘Are you virgin? How many times have you fucked your Ex Indian Girl friend?’ She put across valid objective questions.

I remained silent for a while contemplating what to answer to her! I thought whether to say the truth or lie and told without a second thought that, ‘I’m virgin and you are gonna be my first sex partner.’ And, I expected her response.

‘Okay, cool... Anyways, it’s good for you to remain virgin until marriage. Well, so you watch more Hollywood movies rather than Indian movies eh?’ She calmed down and made a deviation to the conversation. I even forgot to ask her a counter question on virginity. My efforts went in vain and anticipated for the next meet up as she ensured. By 9 PM, she asked me to permit her to relieve her to room.

I gave her 3 options to choose to go back to her room. Either by rick or by bus or by bike with Wilfred. She chosen bike-ride and I coordinated with Wilfred. Wilfred reached in another 5 minutes from my information. And, he asked, ‘Dude, how was it? And, any help... eh?’

Before she gets into bike with Wilfred, he told me that ‘buddy, thanks a million for this opportunity’. He was ecstatic and enthusiastic to help me out to transport my girl friend behind his ass. I told my most trustable friend that, ‘Dude, lock your dick and I trust you. Let me run this institution gently, please don’t hamper my goodwill. Don’t apply unnecessary breaks on your ride having her sit at the back seat. And, moreover she is a kinda conservative and traditional foreign girl. So, beware of her!’

I slept off dreaming off about sharing bed with her on next weekend. I kept on doing stagnant follow ups with her via sms and late-night calls emphasizing my passion. 

But, on the last Saturday at noon, when I called up her to invite her to my bed, she told me that, ‘Bonasera bonasera..! Actually, tonight I and Wilfred planned to have an overnight stay in his room.’ I hung up the call and I couldn’t take it.

Instead of talking over phone, I preferred to message her. The chat went on as follows.

Me: I’m shocked! And … Please come to my room and join me dear..!

Natalie: I don’t understand why you are shocked? What’s wrong?

Me: You are my friend first of all. So, I wanted you to be with me tonight. But, end of the day, ultimate decision is up to you. I can’t badger you any more!

Natalie: You know... I can’t spend a night with you. It seems to be not possible to do it just as ‘friends’ So, I think we should just start to spend some other time together.

Me: Okay, Fine... Have good time with Wilfred... I won’t disturb you.

Natalie: Hey, Please don’t understand me wrong! I want to spend time with you! And, I really like you. You’re a good guy. But, I think I like you in another way that you do like me. Am I right?

Me: And, you like Wilfred on ground of lust eh? Anyways, I’m not here with cheap sentiments to ruin your mood. You may have good time. I’m okay!

Natalie: Dude... I don’t wanna hurt you. And, as I said, I like you J And, I would like to have you as good friend!

Me: I wanted your love and romantic pampering too as I have dreamed off! And, I don’t wanna stop you from having sex with Wilfred. He is my best friend and I’m happy for it. But, I too wanted you. I need your company too honey. I wanna share my feelings with yours!

Natalie: No reply!

Me: ?????

Natalie: No reply!

Me: Sunday Night?

Natalie: No reply!

Me: I don’t have any other options. I’m sure on any ground I cannot lose you! I can’t…

Natalie: I will call you later. I think we should talk...

My last message: I wanted to enjoy you! Because, you are the one I found on my own wish and will. Please understand me. I wanna be with you at least for a night. Otherwise, I’m kinda lost. You may enjoy with Wilfred, I’m absolutely okay with that and I knew that you have been spending last 3 nights with him only eh?! L Please, what about tomorrow night?

Natalie: No reply till now!

Wilfred: Sorry man... I hope you can understand me.. Don't take it in a wrong sense.. I don’t have any options… I always believed in whores and this is the first time I have got a girl for my own. I can’t leave her this time! I’m sure that you will get hundreds of other chicks better than Natalie! See you... Keep in touch buddy!

'I have been in the doldrums eversince I poleaxed of this 'lust-faillure'! I realized that I couldn’t have sent her in that night with Wilfred for a drop. I forgot that Wilfred was a guy in search of exact pouch for his penis. He is almost as taller as her. And, he is dark complexioned than me, and it would be certainly liked by a fair foreign girl. And, Natalie loves guys who booze up till nose and mix up drug in blood through syringe! Wilfred was a notorious ‘drink and drive’ chap and a decent druggist that too I forgot before handing over my golden bunch to him! I felt disgraced and I felt extremely lost. My reliable friend played a dirty double game with me and the dream beauty disbelieved in my masculinity which amounts to serious heartache!  I took all my random condom stocks in my cup-board and dumped into kitchen-dust bin and made a pledge over it that ‘I will make revenge for this to both Wilfred and Natalie or else I will never propose a new girl!’ 

‘So, that’s all! I want your help to do this. But, surely I liked your style as well!’ Vasanth finished the story with a deep out breathe.

Ashlie nodded calmly looking Vasanth’s ashen face and said, ‘Oops, it’s weird. But, nothing is special in this case. I heard hundreds of similar stories like this in my campus. So, you wanna make me here a bloody scapegoat eh? See, you are a handsome guy; moreover handful too. Even if you haven’t had this story to brief out with me also, I couldn’t have rejected your proposal. I liked you even at the first glance it self... Honestly speaking!’ She giggled looking at flickered eyes on Vasanth’s face.

‘Thanks Ash... Thanks a ton... But, I wanna revenge; a lucid tit for tat!’ Vasanth replied and they dispersed for the day.

Couple of days went on. Wilfred and Natalie carried on with boozing till early mornings and experiencing the elation in exchanging the warmth in their body and mind it each other thrice or four times thereafter! They lead a sexual life better than of newly married couples with odd and ‘out of the box- experiments’ on bed.

Ashlie and Vasanth met again over two Campagne saucer of cocktail and discussed on Vasanth’s revenge plans. Vasanth wanted Ashlie to tackle Wilfred and to make a strong emotional bond. Then to tempt him into her bed room wherein an arranged sex seen of himself to be made with Ashlie on  Wilfred’s entry to give him a shock at heart.

But, Ashlie being an experienced tourist across different life situations suggested Vasanth that, ‘Hey, do you bear in mind the uncountable faces of girls those who passed through your woman-hunt and got hurt themselves?! How do you look at those girls?’

Vasanth had nothing other than his silence to show.

She continued, ‘…And, as you said, let’s arrange a sex scene of us in a room. But, no need of Wilfred’s intervention! There is no point in this childish form of cheesy revenge. You should go back to him and make him understand that you value his company rather than a third girl’s beauty. Wilfred will realize once that getting a real friendship is thousand times valuable than getting a fragile beauty-asset on bed!’ Beautiful statement had been flown out of rather beautiful lips.

‘And, one more modest recommendation... Take it from me dude; never ever claim that you are a virgin to any more girls even if you are one also which is applicable to every Romeos!’ They both cheered up.

Vasanth got healed from his mental distress with a magical medicine called ‘time’. Ashlie has shifted her accommodation to Vasanth’s rental house and lived up to highest enjoying the glorious treasure in the Super model woman. Vasanth decided to not switching girl friends at least for the next 5 months until Ashlie leaves India. Vasanth has forsaken his misery forgiving his dearest friend and they remained in close touch. But, he didn’t mind to meet Natalie anymore, who was separated from Wilfred and hounded like an unstoppable bitch behind another proactive dog for a better show.

7 years passed. Both Vasanth and Ashlie were still in touch. During Vasanth’s official trips, he never forgot to meet up Ashlie who was settled in her home town Virginia, working as chief counselor in Kluge Children's Rehabilitation Center, Virginia with her latest boy friend. Whenever they meet, Ashlie would mention a name which would still make Vasanth running out of words; ‘Natalie’!

One day, Vasanth got a picture mail from Ashlie. It was of a skinny girl with discolored and countable number of hair-strips on helm. The face was wrinkly and eye balls deep within 2 dark holes of face. The subject of the mail was ‘Hey is this ‘Natalie’ is the one whom you know? If so, I’m sorry to say that she is suffering from immunodeficiency disease. And, for god-sake… I hope Wilfred is doing well!’

Vasanth replied to Ashlie ‘Yes, I too hope so! Thank you for the valuable information Ms. Ashlie Atkinson!'