Thursday, January 19, 2012

The Enthralling Return

Statutory Warning - Adult Content. Please do not read if you think it could be inappropriate.

Grabbing her car keys, Nilima hurriedly gave the room one last look before she stormed out. She smiled as she walked down the patio and into the garden. A mixed fragrance of hyacinths, lilies and roses filled her nostrils and all she wanted to do was go back and sit on her newly set up cane furniture, gazing at the pretty flowers they had chosen with great care. But since she had no time, Nilima pushed the thought away and hurried on. However, Nilima couldn’t help but smile as she almost reached her car. If he had been here this moment watching the super-excited-clumsily-walking-Nilima, she was sure he would have fallen in love with her all over again.


“So, do I get to go back home or you plan to keep me standing here all night in this cold”, asked Akshay with his right eyebrow raised and a sulking look on his face. It was his usual way of putting up questions he already knew the answers of. And Nilima knew that his playful sarcasm was at an all time low for he was too tired after the flight. He was capable of making such mocking remarks that sometimes she couldn’t even understand if he was genuinely teasing her or it had come straight from the devil’s mouth. Nevertheless, she knew that he would never be rude to her.

Nilima let out a little laugh and grabbed the old suitcase with nearly rugged casters. “Of course baby, let’s get going”, she said. “You must be tired”.

“Finally, someone’s brain has started responding”, he mocked again, this time with a naughty smile on his face. She ignored him but was pleased that his old self would return by the time they reached back home. They walked towards the car, which she had parked right outside the entrance hoping that the cops wouldn’t notice. Akshay and Nilima got into the car and yet again he teased her for leaving the car there. While they drove back home, he told her about the meeting he had with the chairman of the company he worked for. Not that Nilima didn’t know about it already, they had talked about the meeting thrice before but an altogether different conversation picks up when two people talk about it when they are physically present in the same room, or a car in this case.

When they reached home, she glanced at her wrist watch, which she got as a gift from her dad on her 23th birthday, and checked the time. 4 hours earlier, she was at home, tidying up the room for his return. He hadn’t been gone too long, but in the past one month she had terribly missed him. This was the longest period of separation after they had gotten married, exactly an year ago. Yes, it was their anniversary today and what a day Akshay had chosen for his return. If it hadn’t been for this business trip, they would, perhaps, have been holidaying, infact honeymooning for the second time, in some exotic location.

While Nilima was caught in her own thoughts, she felt his arms circling around her waist. She thought he would pull closer but he just held on to her in a very casual manner. She looked at him in his eyes, smiled and said, “Happy Anniversary darling.”

“Happy Anniversary to you too”, said he. And added, “I am so glad I came back today. I love you Nilima. I really do.” With that he bent down a little and their lips met. He could taste her vanilla sugar lip gloss and it reminded him of their college days when she deliberately used to tease him every time she applied the flavoured lip gloss. That taste assured him that Nilima had something special for the night. He opened his mouth and lightly bit her upper lip. And before they knew it, they were passionately kissing, their lips interlocked like they would never separate. Nilima was so immersed in the magic moment that she did not realize that he had already unzipped her purple dress.

For a split second their lips separated, while he pulled out her dress. It was then that he noticed what she was wearing beneath the dress could have made him fall to his knees - an almost transparent black bra. It is probably true that a majority of men get aroused on seeing a black bra, and if it was as skimpy as Nilima’s, then it really must be something. Akshay could feel himself getting harder. As if reading his minute, she put her hand on his jeans just below his belt and pulled the zipper down. She didn’t have to search for his thing for it was already up to its maximum. As she took it out from its hideout, she stroked it. With her index finger, she rubbed it while circling around the dick head. Slowly, and rather teasingly, she reached to the bottom and grabbed his balls. Akshay almost let out a shout, more in excitement than in pain. He loved when she did this. He felt an urge to insert his manhood into her but he didn’t. He had given her the charge and he would let her do as she pleased. Sometimes it is better to let things proceed in the way a woman wants for she knows exactly what her man desires.

Nilima almost tore off his clothes and took him to the bedroom. She pushed him onto the bed and crawled in too. Akshay lay straight on his back, his hormones ready to burst any moment. Nilima squatted on top of him and started racing her fingers in uneven paths all around his body. Her touch roused him further and he could wait no longer. When he was just about to push Nilima to the bed, she moved from her current position, reached out to his penis and brought her mouth closer. Instantaneously, she put it inside. She could feel the heat growing as she sucked it with all her might. Akshay unhooked her bra and cupped her boobs. He wanted to eat them up. The moment was intense and he couldn’t wait. He pushed her and began to bite her light brown nipples. She screamed but he wasn’t going to leave her. While she lay, almost out of breath, he licked her all over starting from the neck, moving on to the ear lobe and moving down. His tongue circled her left nipple and gradually moved on to the right; and then all the way down to her waist. While his tongue was on an exploration, he inserted his fingers inside her cunt. She was all wet down there and the immense heat inside her made him tremble. As his one hand worked on her inside, the other went on to rub her clitoris. She cried in excitement. She gleamed with joy. Her wet bottom was craving for him. As the night would have demanded, she couldn’t wait to feel him inside her. Taking her clue, he slowly inserted himself inside her; both of them lost in a world of sensuality, passion, divinity and, above all, love!

Sunday, January 1, 2012

New Year Resolution, With a Difference

So the new year is finally here. Phew! That was too much of a wait. It seems that I had been waiting for this day since many years. Many many years. Really!

And now that it is finally here, there is a lot to do in this new year. I spent the last month of 2011 thinking. Thinking about how the year went by and how the new year should start. There are a lot of changes that I need to make, but there was one thing which I was really hooked on to. Something that made me realize that I have not been good. Call it peer pressure or whatever you want, but I have not been a good person. What I mean to say is that when I look back, I see a woman who has been selfish and has only thought about herself. This is not how I was and I hate playing the selfish woman.

So, my new year resolution is that I will go back to being what I was three years ago. Simple. Straightforward. Easy going. And most importantly, 'unselfish'. And trust me, it is just going to be very easy. The only thing that I need to do is to be my own self. And I will not lend a ear to those who would come and warn me about how this behaviour of mine would invite troublemakers, and how I am making myself susceptible to be used by the meany people.

Well, the secret lies in giving. And that is exactly what I am going to do.

So, here is to a new start, a new beginning.

Lemme wish each one of you a very happy new year. May all your wishes come true and your lives be filled with sunshine, laughter and happiness.

Be what you are, and you'll be happy.


Monday, December 19, 2011

Let his soul rest

Death is inevitable, and whether willingly or unwillingly, everyone will enter the grave.

But it is just too disheartening to see a 50 year old man dying, leaving 3 daughters behind. And it was just last weekend that we all met for lunch and had a jolly good time together. And the same day, he put his hand over my head and told me that I worry too much about life and that I shouldn't. Sadly, I didn't know that those would be his last words to me.

My mamaji left for his heavenly abode early this morning. I was so shocked that I don't think I could have faced the family. I didn't go to the see the last rituals being performed. I know I'll cry. I don't want to face the family, and I would not know what to say to them. Why is it that the most helpful and the most caring people are the ones who die earlier?

Oh God, please promise me that you'll take care of him.

May his soul rest in peace!

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

After all, it is just a thin line

I trust you, I always did,
I knew you would be there,
to hold my hand, not once but always,
to wipe my tears, not once but always,
to make me smile, not once but always.
Sometimes, I felt my expectations were rising
But no, they weren't really expectations
It was faith.
I trust you, I always did.

For years and years, we have been together
laughing and loving
like a happy couple.
You did hold my hand,
wipe my tears and make me smile.
Overwhelmed with the love I got,
the curve of trust rose like a mountain.

While I was too enthralled in your love,
I failed to notice the evil you,
that part of you
which had been cheating on me, not once but always
Maybe I was blind, but I really didn't see
that you were never mine.
I trusted you, I always did.

I don't know why you back-stabbed,
but I was hurt, really hurt,
perhaps, too dumbfounded to react.
I trusted you, I always did.
I fail to understand what went wrong
If you never loved me
then why did you make me believe that you do.

You proved me wrong this time,
I thought we were like the calm water of the river
but you made it seem more like an unguarded ocean,
susceptible to the fierce tidal waves,
turbulent in the surging waters.
I really trusted you,
but you were the one 
who forced me to change sides. 

PS: I had something this on my mind for a few months but never really sat down to write. Now the mood was right and the emotions flowed. Hope, it didn't turn out to be bad.  

Saturday, October 29, 2011

All That Glitters is not Gold - It Could Be The Diwali Pomp and Show

Diwali definitely drains out all the energy and leaves one exhausted. There was so much to do that I did not get any time to write. Cleaning the house, painting the diyas, cooking, travelling across the city is what makes it so hectic. And not to forget the rangoli, which I am so possessive about. Really, for me Diwali is more about rangoli than sweets and gifts (awrite, I admit I love gifts). If I don't make the rangoli and paint the diyas, Diwali does not seem to be Diwali. And you would be surprised to know that I painted about 10 dozens of diyas this year, much more than what I usually paint. When I was done with the diyas, my happiness knew no bounds. 12 dozens was something. 120 diyas. Woah... I still can't believe I did it. 

I did not take any picture of the diyas but they looked the same as last year's. But the colours I used this time were better and more vibrant than the usual blues and greens. I so wish I had taken a picture. 

But you haven't missed the most special part. Ladies and Gentlemen, so here's presenting you the most difficult rangoli I ever made..


Isn't it amazing? 

Sadly, when it was time to light the diyas, some asshole spoilt it. My detective eyes told me that it wasn't a kid for sure. Someone wearing shoes, probably, size 7 spoilt it and he did it deliberately. I could even see fingerprints running through it. How could people do that? Don't they feel ashamed in spoiling someone's hard work?

Well, it really did spoil my mood. If I come to know who did it, I would definitely blast them off. 

Anyway, there was no point crying over spillt milk, so I went along with the celebrations, put a smile on my face and got my picture clicked with my rangoli.

Its me

The thing is that I had a good time. 

Now that the festivities are over, Formula 1 is the next big thing and if you are in Delhi, you wouldn't miss it for sure even if you have absolutely no idea about racing. And if you don't have the tickets, being a dilliwala, you sure would have tried all your connections and contacts. I did it too and I am proud to be a true Delhiite. I am going on Sunday and would definitely fill you up with the details. 

Hope you guys too had an amazing Diwali. 

So long.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

A Productive Break from the Office

I have just returned from a workshop that was organized by my company. "Planning, Organizing and Managing Time and Resources" is what the workshop was named. The title is self-explanatory and if you ask me, the workshop was about things that I already knew. However, as a human being, we tend to ignore certain aspects of our lives, which require immediate attention but are ignored out of our sheer ignorance or, simply, out of laziness. For me, this workshop was a great help since it made me recapitulating things that I had forgotten.

Well, I am not really going to write about what we talked about in this 2-day training session (unless you guys want me to). Most of us are aware of the 80/20 principle and the Time quadrant matrix, two tools that are excessively used across the world to analyze our lives (personal and professional, both) and bring about a change. Both these tools primarily talk about increasing our productivity, which is what our main goal is.

However, I will not get into the concepts (which simply means that I will leave out the boring details). I'd rather talk about things that were interesting and truly made me think. In simpler words, this post is not dedicated to the session entirely but contains issues, problems or solutions that are a clear reflection of what my own introspection has yielded over the years.

To be honest, this workshop made me admit that I do not have a long term goal in life. I mean, a real goal. And very frankly, I don't think any of my close friends have one too. A real goal. Something that you really, with all your heart, want to achieve. I have come to realize that the most common mistake that people do (including me) is that we do not align ourselves to the goals of the organization we are working for. I mean, there has to be a link. If you look at it from a different angle, imagine yourself in your manager's position and question yourself whether you really want to be in that position. I know a lot of people would have a positive answer to it,just  like me, but is it possibly the right track to achieve that goal. Simply put, our personal goals should be in sync with the organizational goals. Sometimes, our own goals are nothing but a derivative of the organizational goals, which is fine, I think.

To understand the link between your personal goals and the goals that are expected of you, it is important that the goals be clearly defined, and documented, if necessary. It is very important to know what you want from yourself and what the company exactly and precisely wants from you (and if the expectations are exactly articulated in the manner you would want to deliver).

Once the goal has been decided, a set of actions must follow.

One of the biggest challenges that most of us face is to strike a balance between our personal and professional lives. Really, it is very difficult to do that. It requires a lot of time management skills.

But as a word of caution, if you overdo with the time management thingie, your goals might somewhere be lost in the maze. To support this theory (or concept), I have a story to share. Well, I was told that this story is hypothetical but I think I could relate to it in a number of ways. "There was one a couple - a husband and wife, leading their normal routine life. The husband was very organized and did everything on time. He was never late for his appointments. And he followed the same in his personal life. Like a good husband, he would always come back home on time. The wife was simply the opposite. She took her own sweet time in whatever she did. And this made the husband unhappy. Once, the husband and wife decided to go for a movie. Being calculative and keeping a buffer travelling time, the husband was ready and out waiting in the car. The wife, on the contrary, took her own time choosing her dress with concern, did a little bit of make up, wore a nice pair of shoes to go with the outfit and eventually came down by the car a bit later than expected. This made the husband very angry and he scolded her for being disorganized and not punctual at all. What happened. They fought and the evening out ended in a disaster."

See, here the point of going for a movie, essentially, is that the couple must spend a few happy moments together to make their weeded life a success. The goal is not to watch the movie (most of the times) but to enjoy the time that they get to spend together. Their married life would have to face the repercussions, if they end up fighting after the movie. The ultimate goal is not achieved. They might as well have stayed back and not gone for the movie in the first place. 

What was required here was that both of them understand each other's needs and adapt themselves to each others preferences. The husband should understand the wife's weakness but he should also not force his behaviour on her. On the other hand, the wife must at least live up to the expectations by keeping a buffer time herself, if she knows that she would take extra time to get ready. She must understand what it means to keep somebody waiting. They both must work and re-design their goals and take the necessary actions towards it.

So basically, these goals are not only useful in our professional lives, but also play an important role in our personal lives. A few years back, somebody in my family taught me a golden rule - "Every change that you make in your life must be measurable

Therefore, every step that we take towards achieving our goal must be calculated. Of course, there a few distractions and external factors which are not in our control. But leaving these unpredictable circumstances, every step you take would be a step closer to the goal. 

Disclaimer: At the end of the post I realized that majority of the things written out here are not from the trainer's mouth. Every word here is my own and you are free to agree or disagree to it. I still have a lot more to say but I didn't want to make the post too long. I could write about it some other time, maybe. 

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

A much needed hideout

Sometimes I wish I had a small little hideout away in the woods or someplace secluded. No, not in a house which would be filled with 10 odd people. A place away from all the hustle bustle; far from the city. A place so far that I would have to drive miles away to reach there. A place where I can be alone and can spend my time thinking. A place where I can be what I am. It would be just me. Nobody to knock on my door. Nobody to bother if I ate or not. Nobody to check if I needed something. Just me, alone with my own self. A small room with 4 walls (and a lavish bathroom).

Well, if you leave my present scenario out (I'm upset for a reason I can't figure out), I think everybody should have a little space of their own. Wouldn't it be nice to just stay away from the world when you truly want to be alone. A place where you could enjoy your solitude. Wouldn't it be wonderful if you could just switch between your home and that little secret space of yours. 

A place like this

Or maybe, someplace like this. So quiet that you could hear the gushing water

A place away from the city - A drive that itself would rejuvenate you

Wouldn't it be great?

I wish I owned such a place. 

And I wish I wasn't afraid of ghosts, who somehow find their way and haunt me, especially, when I am alone. 

PS: I still wish that I had a secretive home!