Her Mesmerising Eyes

The entire rush,

the excitement was in her eyes,

the sparkle the twinkle, it told a million tales, and when there was an overthrow of emotions , they would just give up pearls,  and the sheen would convert in form of tears and would just roll down her cheeks.

Her eyes... they could be really deceptive, they can just throw human perception of a person to the bin, can deceit you, at times defeat you ... every single time you look at them you are awestruck .

Break K Baad...

 Coz ….Girlfriends will be Girlfriends &  Men. will be Men....

Rohit was disturbed and quite visibly disturbed, Jagjit's Gazal's & Rum were not enough to console a recently broken heart, after 4 pegs of Rum dashed with coke stashed on an empty stomach, Rohit opened himself to Shankz, 'I was fucking shocked when my Anita said, “I always felt that one day a dream Merchant would come long riding on a white horse and take me away,......................... and then you came",

 I mean what does that Biteeech... meant yaar…???... “ So how did you react to that RP?”, asked Shankz by tossing his eyebrows up and with bloodshot eyes, 'I could have easily gone into my shell and nodded, but I had to make a comeback as if the entire male fraternity’s fate rested on what said in those next 10 seconds, I used all my wits and replied , ‘ Honey , every girl right from Princess to an Ugly Duckling  dream’s of Prince Charming! ‘'. and then we got into a frenzy fight and that was the end of that, she said its difficult to spend a moment with a  chauvinist like you!' Rohit gulped the last sip in the glass and indicated a refill to Shankz,words slowly came out of his mouth ' I really felt like the chick is acting really pricy with full of hypocrisy , I told her, 'I think we need to have a relook at the decision of seeing each other for few days!', that was the beginning of the end of our relationship “, Rohit gulped next peg without any assistance from Coca Colar, the pain of broken heart was more than warm than  raw alcohol running down his throat, "Woah! Baby! RP, you ripped that one off alright!”said Shankz sipping on to his Patiala peg,now alcohol had taken over Shankz and he himself was unaware he was cranking up Rohit . 

Rohit continued, “Women are never (for lack of a better word) satisfied, with what they have, for them grass on the other lady’s garden is more green & lush. As if the other lady has booked Centre court of Wimbledon then  all you are is dry scarred & scratched surface of Roland Garos. To which Shankz gave a rise smile, appreciating the analogy.

'Hmmmm satisfaction! haaan!....', whispered Shankz, 'was she not ?.....i mean didn't you guys....?', 'shut the Fuck up man!, no kidding i am in real pain here, thought you shall understand me...!', 'all right Jimmy boy chill! ..ok continue', Shankz defended with a smile on his face! 'Women have this tendency to complain right from the dessert’s served on their plate to the men they date.'

To this Shankz threw a cigarette in his mouth in style and said, dude don’t tempt me by talking about  dessert’s at this hour, to this Rohit gave a playful smacked  back of his head and said, “You bastard! you promised me to stop by and listen to my tragedy and help us patch back together!”, taking a big drag Shankz replied ‘ easy! Easy! Romeo, I haven’t started as yet, it’s just that you took the conversation on the subject of Satisfaction, c’mon now trust your friend and knock it off!, so tell me now that you broke up with Anita, how far did you go with Miss.Rai, did you get your share of Pie?....Buddie boy!... Or as you finance guys say, you had a negative ROI... Hahhahaa!..', Shanks burst into laughter.

So tell me.?, did she go down on you?..... Ummmmhhh I bet it would be amazing her soft incandescent skin and luscious pink lips, wrapped on lil Mr. R, her warm breath, dazzling curves, dangling hair, innocent baby eyes,  and winter chill!... Ummm boy zindagi key maze toh tune bahut bara-bar se loote honge?’  Shankz was blabbering but his intoxicatingl talk but had induced a visible amount of bulge in RP’s pajamas, with Anita's thoughts. Anita Rai, as classy as a women could get, daughter of Wing Commander Pratap Raj Rai, born in a liberal family, product of a Punjabi  mother & tulu father, she was all grace & gile. long curly hair, big innocent eyes, two dimples which would spring upon even at a remote occurance of a grin,features and figure that could be envied by any top supermodel. Shanki was never so candid in the past about how he felt about Anita and Rohits relationship,

and alcohol came to his rescue, but it was always difficult to take SHANKZ seriously. Rohit screamed ‘ Stop it!!! SHANKZ!!!!’,I loved her and dare you talk all that nonsense, she is my girl and I shall not tolerate this kind of language from you’,’ relax don’t get tensed and get your tense right, she was your girl, now you are a free man, free like a honey bee to feed on nectar of millions of flowers in the garden, koih naa tu bass load matt le kake!, ek gai sau aajayngi,chill maar!,  I think you need gum ka saathi rum, chal ghatak jaa”, SHANKZ poured RP a neat drink, which he gulped I moments and started.   

‘Change is evident and eminent in your life, as you enter depths of a relationship, as long as this change stays in realms of inculcation of good habits, you are on the right track but the moment you feel this radical change is transforming you into a person which you are not and don’t enjoy being, you feel that you might get derailed any day.’, said Rohit after finishing his shot, Shankz sang in a heavy voice’ OLD MONK is talking talking….’

I am not trying to be a Male Chauvinist ( I hate to use the word Pig, as I don’t know if Chivalry and Chauvinism  run into the entire spectrum of animal kingdom) but the above mentioned syndrome is true and even a female can have that attribute, why are we blamed always?.

Talking about chauvinism it’s a favourite 10 letter word, which every second female has in her dictionary, and women take pride in making maximum use of it even on a remotest opportunity they get. I am not part of some anti women bashing forum, but I am trying to analyze some of the nasty habits of ladies.

‘Waah mere cheete , chodenge nai….. saabki bajegiii, tu hai mera Royal Bengal Tiger’, shouted Shankz disturbing the cold midnight air, now unable to control the alcohol filled in his bladders, they had to let loose from the balcony of 14’th floor of the posh Vasant Valley complex, ‘ Oye Kake yahan mutravisarjan hua toh chalega naa?’, RP was now flying , he replied ‘ Bhen di saand 18,000/- kiraya kisska bharte hai, kar de Mrs. Murthy ki balcony gili with your pili pili dont worry yaara silli... sillii’ both friends were slaushed by now.

Rohit continued ‘Another habit that girlfriends posses is their ability to bitch about other women,  especially in front of their boyfriends, they derive this immense pleasure in contemplating and commenting on other female’s wretched lives. You will seldom see two females being very good friend without a profit motive being involved Why so ? no .... no... but why so?’

‘Sojatee hai kake, tere cat aur usske cat fights k kissse baadme sunaaiyo,’, said Shanks, picking himself up with aid of the balcony grill, Rohit whispered, ‘Females dogs are Beacheezz not katz bondhu’, the last last drop of rum awakened the bong inside RP, philosophy and words like bondhu were oozing out… they collapsed on the bed.

They slept off in the living room itself,

Rohit woke up early, and started blabbering, with a mug of coffee in his hands 'what we said yesterday was completely wrong, she is very nice girl, the best, i can ever have, Shankz , we were so wrong , so wrong I think I should call her an apologize', he felt a sense of guilt, felt as if Anita was present in Rohits balcony and was hearing every single word of conversation between two drunken buddies.

Shankz just passed Hmm's in return to Rohit's contemplative afterthoughts. but Rohit kept on talking to himself loud, Shankz woke upwhile scratching his head and screamed " Ohhh God! are break offs Hangover free? ".

The door bell was ringing violently, Rohit thought, why has the milkman become so generous to wake us up, Shnakz with a heavy head decided to see who was trying to ruin a Sunday morning, as he opened a fuming lady with a dark red round bindi,  wrapped in a kanjivaram silk saree,  studded with gold jewellery from top to bottom, and long tied greased hair, over oiled so much so that it dripped on her forehead, even the OPEC countries would be jealous of her if they found the technology to produce gasoline from coconut.

It was Murthy with her husbands favourite white shirt, which was hanging in her balcony, she cursed us in Kannada, which they hardly could get, but one thing they figured out the bashing was for Android, Rohit's cute little and innocent  Pug.

The boys took a sigh of relief when the lady left, and thanked the heavens, as they had accurately showered Mrs. Murthys miniature garden last night  , and broke into laughter, and cuddled with Asteroid, who man handled Mr. Murthy's white shining armour to work.

   

Dating your best friend

Dating your best friend

It was not the first time Rohit was meeting Malini, but their was an air of excitment and fear of confrontation,here he was about to meet a female who knew him better than any soul, words were the last resort for their communication, but tonight was a diffrent situation, it was two buddies on a date, the fear that loomed large was losing each others friendhip for sake of companionship, if it failed or sucseeded, they had a feeling that their friendhip was in jeoprady.   They felt like poles apart, it was mid november and cold winds swept across the lake, Malini walked in a pristine white kurta and violet shiffon duppata,

Finding ....The One... Almost

Rohit had the privlige of dating few of the most interesting, intellegent, charming and beautiful women,but he was never blown away by any one,no female had the tenacity to sweep him of his feet. No one gave him a feeling of powerlessness and absolute vulnerablity. Before he was demoted and deported to a suburban branch. Life was depressing and November chill never helped either. Rohit was not at all keen to join prentiously jolly bankers on their smoke breaks and useless parade.

Getting laid ...

We rebelled, marched.....got bruised, mugged, lost all our money, and finally got laid....

Mission Objective: Getting laid

Code Name: Industrial Visit (I.V)

Destination: Beaches of Paradise called Goa..

Combat Vehical:Rusty (A sparkling red Mahindra Classic 4 Seater Open Jeep)

Partners in Crime: Rohit,Farhan,AJ(Ajay) and of course Shankz our man!

Official Trip Sponsors Pleasure Island'.

"That’s our challenge we are hitting Goa tonight with a certain mission on our minds to lose it! Virginity is a strange creature, for us guys it’s like a monkey off our back, which we want to get rid, and have the seal of manhood engraved on us.

 But for girls, it’s an entirely different animal altogether; they feel like it would be similar to be bitten by a jelly fish, which could sting them for eternity if it is not picture perfect....

I was cool and mature enough to understand sex, its an activity which grownups do, everyday of their lives and towards the end either get boarded or are completely incapable of doing it. That gives us strong reasons to start early.

None of us Me, Farhan,or AJ came remotely close to getting any action, for us our demi god was Shankz, he was a rockstar for us, we all had heard his heroics with girls and never had any doubts as we all knew, almost all of the Jai Hind College girls knew him by his nickname. That was good enough to make him a living legend amongst us school boys.

Me and Farhan were always caught between books, kinds our teachers or parents won’t be proud of, we were the porn peddlers of our school, from junnies to geekies all were our customers. In daylight for our teachers, we were lost losers, but after hours, we were gatekeepers of 'Pleasure Island'.

That was a name made famous by  Raghav, who was a geek by day but by night, his horny hormones would awake the Wolf within him. Rags was one of our largest customer.

It was summer vacation & we had made a decision of going for expansion and relocating our Library from Farhan's Dad's study room to Rex Uncle’s unused garage. So in mid March 1998 office of Paradise Island shifted from a risky location of living room of Mr. Aftab Ansari,  to backyard of Capt. Rex D’Souza, he felt a sense of joy in lending us our new office space, as to the world we ran a library of rare books on Science & Technology, and that’s were AJ came into picture, he was our front end, and we wanted world to paint our picture on shades of our brand ambassador, AJ, greased hair, thick soda bottle glasses with so much Parachute  hair oil on his head  that it would lit up faces of top brass of Marico, glasses were so thick, if accidently exposed to sunrays it could burn absolutely anything in eyesight. The so called as Library was named as Einstein’s Den, the project was well appreciated by school and the teachers.

 As it happens in a typical Indian scenario, our teachers had weaved dreams of us cracking the IIT’s and wanted us to live up to the great tradition of ‘Parle Vidyalaya’. I don’t know about our chances, but AJ was serious about IIT’s, led by family pressure, being a son of a Nuclear Scientist and a top ranked RBI Officer left him with few choices in Life.

We never imbibed any aspirations to go to World renowned institutes like IIT's, still we had a Global presence in our own way, just like in real world.

 We had a huge demand for Pondi (Pondi was our code name for PornStuff.) from various countries especially emerging economies like Russia, Brazil & China.

We started it as a social service; objective was to serve both the segments the unused & overused minds of the school. Pleasure Island, which started as an activity to quench thirst of the sex starved and over pressurized minds soon became a booming and profitable venture. Farhan managed the inventory, the inflow and out flow of books and CD's. Yes we had diversified to CD's as it gave us better margins.

AJ was our chief security officer and gate keeper of Einstein’s Den, he kept the factory of Paradise Island safe from the scum of grown up world. 

Shankz got us new customers, through his hypnotic ability to tame the deprived and introduce them to a magical and a blissful world, thus he helped us in ramping  up incremental revenue. And i managed the finances of a complete illegitimate business run in old garage with efficiency of a large corporate. We were doing 15K per month, and grew by a whopping 30% month on month, which beat few of the best performing listed corporations.

But their was not profit motive to run the show, it was just sheer passion and our entrepreneur instincts to identify gaps and plug them. The venture which we boys started had flourished into a thriving and cash rich entity, which funded and fuelled our aspirations,

Rusty was our 1st toy funded by our project of Joy, we pleaded Mr. D'Souza, who was obliged and more than happy to sell his open Jeep to us for a lakh of Rs, he knew we had cut a raw deal, but in a strange way he felt, it was his way to contribute to Science.

Shanks was the only person who was eligible to drive a vehicle amongst us, but we had learnt tricks of trade early in our lives, it took us few thousand Rs to get fake licence for all of us, and we never had to flex our morals in this case as we were on the verge of being eligible for learners licence, it was matter of few months we told ourselves.

'In life no matter what may be it, its very important to convince yourself, before you plunge', these lines helped me convince Farhan, AJ and Shanks (to a certain extent) to start Pleasure island, book rusty and to move towards distribution of CD's over books.

My Ex Gilfriends

It is a journey which every boy kickstart at the brink of his teenage and it never ends the search never ends  till his manhood, there comes a stage where you want to end your quest, quench your thirst by finding "The One". 

This is story of Rohit, the boy next door, his biggest irony on this path was that girls whom he knew inside out ended up being his best friend  and all females whom he tried to understand ended up being his ex's.                                                    He had an encounter with few of the most charming women, some ended up being his partners,he parted with few, some just departed,but there was one female whom he could not remove off his mind, long after she was gone, he chased her, he knew she was not destined for him, still a magnetic force pulls him towards her will she be the one? Or Destiny has some other plans written for Rohit.

Real networth..........

The name of my blog is quite strange, yes it is .... indeed
i believe in the fact ur Network is your real Networth.....
I seriously believe in power of netwoking...
"Its not what you know, rather its who you know, is more important!"