Water competing for transparency
Against the walls of opaque ice
Life flowing down the drain
Soaking every thread and grain
Traversing through the veins
Sedating every cell in me
Dissolving in the blood
The bitter flood
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die."
Water competing for transparency
Against the walls of opaque ice
Life flowing down the drain
Soaking every thread and grain
Traversing through the veins
Sedating every cell in me
Dissolving in the blood
The bitter flood
Posted by Gonecase aka. Shutter Singh at 9:49 PM 81 comments
Labels: Poem
It’s been three months now since I broke up with Nikita. Even wearing the tees gifted by her didn’t hurt anymore, so I can conclude that it’s all over. I scrapped Tanu to check if she’s around; I’ve been very active at Orkut lately, the forum where I met her. My first scrap was a hysterical comment on one of her pictures, a trademark. And to my surprise, her reply had an equally potent punch, a quality that caught my attention and my fancy, same time.
I was about to leave when she called in to cancel our movie plan. We were to meet at “The Forum” yesterday for a late night show. My mind was lost in thinking all the possible reasons for her canceling our date; some last minute urgency was her excuse. I was knocked out of my thoughts with a shrill sound. My phone displayed “Tanu calling”. Hey, I’m sorry for yesterday. I’m going to Fuga tonight, wanna join me there, she sounded excited.
And our next first date was planned. Just look at yourself Mr. Gandalf, look at your beard, and better get a haircut as well. Shoot! Its already 5 PM and going by
Bhaiya, a shave and a haircut, normal spiked, how much time is it going to take, I enquired. Those fifteen minutes ended after almost two hours but I was definitely looking better, cleaner and more human. I always made sure that I comply with the basic rules: look good, smell good and taste good. And looking good never meant that one should be good looking, it’s just that one should be presentable and it was time to take care of this requisite. After emptying half of my wardrobe, I finally found my outfit for the evening, my last clean t-shirt, a spunky black one with an almost clean pair of blue jeans. Sometimes, it’s good to be a guy, at least while dressing up.
There she was, standing in her shimmering red top and a black mini, her raven black hair falling freely over her fragile shoulders and an oh-so radiating body. Man! She is hot, I thought and was thanking my lucky stars that she was my date for the evening. As the dance floor warmed to the house, we swayed after downing a couple of tequila shots. Things were heating up as the temperature was rising. She drew my face closer to her and what followed was a long lingering kiss.
More kisses were exchanged and we landed up at my place. She was standing in the dark shadows, her sculptured body silhouetted against the backdrop of lust simmering into steam. Our warm breath creating a music with the raised heartbeats. The eyes met eyes and mirrored the feeling; wrapped in my arms, those eyes succumbed and I to her gentle embrace. Lips were locked and the escorts were removed, two bodies melting into one.
Oh Nikita ! I am getting there baby…
Posted by Gonecase aka. Shutter Singh at 8:44 AM 53 comments
Labels: Story
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The day has been total waste so far. Is this what I’ve been waiting for since Monday, a lonely weekend! Requiem for a dream, the fourth movie of the day and suddenly, the mood is sickening sad, the lull is lurking in the air. The anxiety and enthusiasm evident on a typical Friday morning, welcoming the forthcoming weekend after a long grueling week has vanished.
The time at the screen reads 1:30 AM. Deepak doesn’t sleep this early; it should take only five minutes to reach his place at this time. Six bachelors in a three-bedroom flat, what a nightmare, I always thought. But one thing I always knew for sure, these guys know how to have fun. After countless rounds of convincing me to move in with them, even they gave up trying. Is it that I am adamant or I love solitude.
The roads are still wet and the breeze is refreshingly cool, it looks like a bike day. I never liked the confines of a car. “Hey Deepak, wanna go for a ride to
The roads are emptier than I expected and the speedometer zooms past ninety. A quick dash followed by a long stretch of relaxed biking and I am in my tranquil dreams. Its time to head back home as it’s already forty-five past two. Suddenly, the engine coughed, cranked and halted to death. My gods must be unhappy with me.
The tank still smelled of fuel in it, the green at the display confirmed the circuits to be working correctly. As I stood there kicking and cursing, a number of cabs ignored my existence, reminding me the true meaning of the word metropolitan. A black pulsar stops and enquires if everything is fine. Have you checked the fuel, asked the man, there is no petrol pump nearby. A receding hairline, fair complexion, medium built, he must be in his late 20s. Yes, I replied.
Do you mind if I try, he asked while parking his bike. “Please”, I offered my bike. A couple of kicks more and the engine came alive with a grunt. “Where do you stay”, he questioned. Oh BTM! I live there only, I’ll drive with you; just in case the bike ditches you again, its very late, he laughed. We chatted about where we work, where we are from, how he got stuck with work in his office till this late and regular stuff while driving back.
Can I have a glass of water, he requested. “Sure, c’mon in, that’s the least I can do for you and thanks for the help”, I replied. So what do you do on weekends, he continued. “Just a couple of movies, a drive sometimes, not much actually”, I said. Give me your number, I’ll call you sometime and we’ll hang out, he offered. Sure, its 9900112233, give me a missed call, I’ll save yours too, I said, while I created a contact in my phone for Aneesh, his name.
It must have an hour since he left when my cell beeped. Who’s sending me a message at this time, I wondered. “I am missing you- Aneesh” read the message. WTF! What is it, my mind was in a state of shock. My phone vibrated to mark the arrival of one more SMS, “I’ve fallen for you, I want to meet you for a hot shower, I can give you a good time”.
Hey man, I am really thankful to you for the help but don’t try to contact me from now on….
Posted by Gonecase aka. Shutter Singh at 4:55 PM 75 comments
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1. Name three most valuable assets?
My Ipod, My Audio/Video collection and hmmm clothes maybe. Frankly speaking, can’t think of things which I can classify as assets *sansaar nashwar hai vats*
2. One truth in your life that haunts you every day?
All of the decisions I made, related to my career, were wrong
3. If you were to be stranded on a desert island, who are the four blog buddies you would take alongside with you?
Chacha, Crasiezt, Skeety, Umang …. Wait a min, do you guys watch survivor or lost series !!
4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?
5. If you can have one dream to come true, what would it be?
Loads of sexy cars and loads of money to buy petrol for them :D
6. Till now, what is the moment that you regret the most?
Nothing as such
7.What are you afraid to lose the most?
Family, friends, infact everything. I am very possessive kind of creature.
8. What would you do if you found a briefcase full of money?
Did I mention my dream ;) Btw, which currency ?? :P
9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?
No.
10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.
She writes very well, I mean very well. She’s caring and very understanding.
11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?
Jyada chik-chik na karti ho bus.
12. Which type of person do you hate the most?
Posers, the ones with fake attitude.
13. What is your ambition?
Apna sapna money money…bada sara
14. My Question: If you were given the chance to have one super power.. what would it be and why?
Arre, same question from the last tag…. Make me Mr.
15. For you life is?
A bitch
16. If you could do one thing different in life, what would it be?
Control my anger
17. Are you a shopaholic or no?
Big time, keep me away from shopping malls.
18. Which actress or actors you would like to be?
Koi bhi bhojpuri hero !!
19 what touches you?
Hmmmm…no comments
20. Do you have any plans for tomorrow?
Yeah, bartan maanjne hain (Cleaning utensils you angrezs)
Posted by Gonecase aka. Shutter Singh at 6:44 PM 37 comments
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