Short Story.... Part - II

The picture has nothing whatsoever to do with the story... :)

It was just one early morning at Kabini, where I chanced upon a Teacher's premium Whisky bottle left over from last night & the river slowly flooding in towards the land was just so captivating that I HAD to just capture it on film..
& Voila! Arvind's first few attempts at photography...

I LOVE this picture personally, because it's something I've always dreamt of...
Drinking by the riverside, wetting your feet in the cool river water and feel the chilly breeze brush against your face and a vast expanse of horizon to look upon... And contemplate... Life...


Now, on with the second part of the story... I PROMISE to finish it in the next part.. :P

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"You think he would've done it?"

"Virgin? Not a chance! With his 'hand's on' approach, I'm sure he'll repel women for miles around."

Virgin had some reputation as a groper. He couldn't keep his hands off his date. Partly due to the fact that he was horny 24x7 and no amount of porn made him even a little bit submissive.

"Good he's coming though... It's been such a long time since I tripped on anyone".

"You remember the last time he got sloshed? He tried making out with 'J'. Haha! She kicked him in the nuts..."

A brief silence... And BB, very slowly turned towards me & said "I'm sorry dude... I forgot."

Even though I'd told them a gazillion times I was over it, they refused to believe me...
Maybe it was because I'd condemned myself to a life of celibacy...
Maybe it was because I'd cut my hand just to see how much I bled...
Maybe it was because I'd moved on from weed to hardcore drugs like X & Acid...
Maybe it was because I'd suddenly started smoking & the fag count rose steadily day by day...

Maybe...
I should've given up a long time back...

But there really was nothing I could do. She chose to move on & left me in the lurch to fend for my pitiful self...
And although I told them I had moved on, I really hadn't... And every time her name came up, I felt my stomach knot up. A feeling of good memories burnt to a crisp and it never did stop burning.

I gave a shrug & walked out of the hospital to light up. I could hear their whispers even as I took just 4 steps towards the exit. I cursed myself for the umpteenth time as I'd forgotten to refill my lighter. Luckily, a tea shop doing brisk early morning business was in the vicinity & I trudged slowly in that direction...

'J' and I had been together ever since I can remember life worth remembering. How we'd met, was a story that fascinated everybody.

We were both stranded in the same dingy elevator in the same crummy apartment building I used to live in and until that moment, we loathed each other... But having nothing to do for atleast 4 more hours, (because our very alert security guard was asleep through the night) we got to talking and the fact that we were both in an inebriated state after partying all night helped us get along... And before we knew it, one thing led to another. The only thing I remember from that night was the look on the watchman's face as he opened the elevator doors the next morning.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This being a short story, I shall not delve into the ordeal that the narrator & J went through all night. In case your dirty mind requires erotica to 'understand' the story better, contact me personally and I shall dish out the 'details'...
Now, as we were...

There was no looking back ever since. We did everything as a couple. And I mean everything! I was in seventh heaven, whereas 'J'...

'J' had quite a reputation.
A lot of people I knew advised me to stay away from her because she was, to put it very abruptly, a slut. And just the fact that so many of them told me this disturbing piece of news raised my doubts. I lost a great deal of friends while I fought viciously to defend my girl. The one I loved...
Yes... I was in 'love'. Or so I thought...

For that one night she blew it all up would cause me hundreds of sleepless nights wondering where I could've possibly gone wrong... Or just plain, keep me awake thinking about all the things we did and how different it could... Should have been...

She was all over him that night. And he to say, was reciprocating...
& the worst bit of it all, neither were complaining.
She called me later that night and demanded to know why I'd walked off & simply, just like that, I told her to F**k off and that it was over between the two of us...

She, obviously expecting this said something that I'd never forget.
"I know... Guess what... I just screwed him and he's still here... Right next to me... Asleep."
Ever so coolly, like someone just casually blew a smoke ring right in my face.

I slammed the phone down... Cursed... Broke down...
And repeated the process several times...

I've never been myself ever since...

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I was here alone... Again... Early in the f**kin morning... Again...

We had picked lots & I was the unfortunate loser...

& Virgin's plane wasn't on time either!

I hummed as I finally heard the announcements on the P.A System. I went and stood by the arrival lounge and waited for him...
And I caught a glimpse of him...
And I didn't believe me eyes!

Who was the incredibly HOT babe walking alongside him??
The jokes we were cracking yesterday about him slowly came back to me as if to say 'Yeah! You're funny!'

I guess my face still held that incredulous look as he looked puzzled when we met.
"Hey dude! How've you been? And what's with the stupid look on your face?"

And what happened to him? He was talking... well... Well!!

"I'm good man... Who's this?"...
I smacked myself later for being so forthcoming and rude...

"Oh yeah... This is Tanya... Tanya, meet S", He said ushering her forward as we shook hands.

The rest of the trip in the car was pretty boring, as I was trying unsuccessfully to not fall asleep at the wheel while Virgin chattered animatedly about India and the likes...
I dropped them both off at his place and he said,

"I heard about BB... How is he now? I'll give you a call later today. We should all meet up man."

"Sure... Although, first, I'm gonna catch on some sleep... C ya!"

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know there are a lot of dirty minds at work & questions relating to the level of fiction would obviously be raised. And also as to the existence of any real life characters that might've given me an inspiration. The answer is NO. Which is why I need to include a disclaimer...

The characters in this story are completely fictitious and any resemblance to any person living or dead or somewhere inbetween is purely co-incidental & MAYBE intentional...

& just for the people who know me, the narrator is NOT me... & the name 'J' has nothing to do with my past...

Cheers!!! Until later...

And please do leave your comments about the photograph and how you'd kill to be in a place like that.. :D

Short Story.... Part - I

"Shi'ite!!"

It had happened yet again...

'BB' had for the fourth time crashed his car in the same month...

I jerked awake to a sit-upright position, the phone still glued to my ear.

"Stupid F**ker got drunk again! I'm on my way to the hospital. I'm tired of bailing this asshole. That too at 6 in the f**king morning! You get there pronto!"

Limp's voice came through indistinct against the breeze. He really was in a hurry!

"I'll be there. Don't drive too fast & land up in a bed next to him."

I lazily staggered to the bathroom and threw some cold water on my face.
Stupid bitch always chooses a bloody Sunday to ruin!

'BB'... Short for 'Buffalo Butt'...
The name came into existence shortly after a hazardous experience in Goa. BB, having had a little more than his usual quota of Whiskey, swaggered out in the open & mooned three exquisitely dressed women, who were exceedingly hot, I might add.
One whole night spent explaining to the cops & making calls to gather as much bribe money as we possibly could, it was a trip to remember!
Anyway, BB stands for Buffalo Butt, his butt being very big and black.

As I changed & headed out to the car park, the dampness in the air was surprisingly cool and refreshing...
I wasn't used to waking up early I guess, making a mental note to visit the gym atleast once that week.

As soon as I stepped into the lobby, I noticed Limp sitting in the visitors' lounge talking to a heavily bandaged BB...

"You really are an asshole BB. Arivu Illa? (Don't have any sense?). Anyway, how bad is it?"

"Nothing major. Hero here, dislocated his shoulder & a few scratches. Nothing apart from that."

BB looked dishevelled. I would've bet anything he was still under the influence of alcohol. A strip of gauze ran right across his chest & stomach, wound round and round making him look a lot fatter than he actually was.

"Nice thoppai (stomach) da. Haha... Did you tell your dad?" I asked.

"Yeah... He wasn't too happy though. Anyway, no issues now."

"You think he'd be happy with you crashing the fourth car this month?"

BB's dad was a favourite among us all.

Spoiling his only son wasn't particularly a very bright idea which I'm sure he's slowly figuring out.
BB's built a kind of immunity where he believes any trouble he gets into would be solved by people around him. In short, he acts like a fussy little girl when he needs to get things done.

BB's dad owns a very large consultancy firm and is on the board of directors for atleast 6 companies... I think...
A recent merger with an international export house made him one of the most talked about business leaders in the city.

"Hey guys! You'll never guess who called me yesterday!"
Limp suddenly boomed drawing forth stern glances from a couple of attendants.

He mouthed a 'sorry' & continued in a hushed tone...
"Virgin called man! He's coming back from UK tomorrow."

"Are you serious? Shit! "
"We better warn all the women in Chennai. Hahaha..."

Veer Singh a.k.a 'Virgin' was pathetic... To say in the least.
Once a regular source of entertainment for us all, his definition of the common woman stands in short, 'an object of desire'. Countless very bad attempts at flirting and hitting on, he had never quite figured out the universal fact. To seek within reach.

I however, must explain Virgin isn't exactly a Demi-God. He's pretty much a sight for sore eyes. And the fact that he stands an unimpressive height of 5'5" doesn't really help.
As desperate as he was celibate, we all assured ourselves he would remain single & a virgin for a long time to come...

I still remember the day he left for Liverpool to get his MBA... He was pumped about the fact that the chicks there would be all over him. Poor guy had actually done a lot of research to figure out their habits & what Brit women liked & disliked... I had found it highly amusing.

.................................................. TO BE CONTINUED

Deathly Silence

A trickle of blood drips down,
On a picture torn apart.
Not together anymore, he's alone,
His time to depart...

Reminiscing last week,
When she lay her head upon him,
Her raven black hair brushing his cheek,
Unaware of his ephemeral whim...

He was lost & forlorn,
She knew not his desire,
Later she met someone,
Adding fuel to the fire...

He shed not a tear, joy bereft,
She cared not to seek the truth.
He broke down when she left
Men can cry too...

He sat alone with a tinge of despair,
Viscous red spread across the floor,
A bloody blade fell through the air,
The soul departed, He was no more...


Lesson learnt without a doubt,
A grim bearing looks upon us all,
Always speak your heart out,
Don't be afraid to take the fall...



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Cheers!!