FRee Period - Yeah D same 1

Suddenly i have substantiated the importance of my fingers and hand. They help me ejaculate oops evince and those mentations which runs 24/7/30/12. And i feel impediment in failing to type out those endless cerebrations. I-feel-Asphyxiate.

If you do not comprehend my ramblings. Try falling from a vehicle at a accelerate of 120, break your hand and you will nod in Yes.

Will Pour Out Soon. PERIOD. (Yeah the same one)

Fried 'n' Tasted

Reward of being young and not suffering from erectile dysfunction gives me a license to endeavor any damn thing on earth. The thought of being human and not the four legged crawling species overwhelm me. It satiate me with pride that while I need only two legs to crawl I have two hand to wave, flying kiss, slap, snap, and even scratch the possible areas in public. I walk with my head held high when another fact shakes hands “fact of being born as a Male” – I feel opportunities are endless.

My Granny was the last female who emphasized my power of being a boy. The world was easily accessible to me more than the counterpart species, who needed to shut the door to piss. Probably that’s one of the reasons my chest measured broader than usual whenever I got a chance to prove my masculinity.

As I grew, I felt astonished with the fact that nothing can make us pregnant in this world. That gave me license to try all possible poses from ejaculating to mating. On the way I picked another principal and molded and abused it as per my interest. “We should try everything once” – don’t know since when this became a bible verse to me and I religiously /spiritually followed it.

From the smooch to the french kiss, from cigar, dope to the rave parties, to those endless rain dance after being liquored up. Everything was done on the guidelines of “Trying Once”. No One else judged, it was me, who conveniently converted self with rationality. But then, as I said “opportunities” were endless. There was no falling n there was no looking back.

But fucking speed breakers are everywhere. Reckon a scene in a movie you have mocked about comes real in your life? Envisage a morning, a note slips in from the space below your door which says “Mai tumhare bachche ki maa banne wali hu” -- and your mind tries to recollect all possible moments when you were in too hurry to wear the necessities. ?

For the same very moment the masculine libido went on a hunger strike and I wondered, if I am still happy about the fact that we don’t get pregnant? Or I still want to TRY and TASTE?

Who cares the damn about damsels in distress, I am still fancy free ready to f*ck at the fraction of second, and declare like a noble man, I have "Fried and Tasted".

Frac-suns of 2nds,

I have learned the story of sand castle being swept away by the waves through many gentle fe/males of my life. They always looked for sympathy when they related the same old repeated-to-death example with something which happened to them recently. Though I try sometimes still couldn’t manage to squeeze a tear drop or two. (That’s when I realized I am not meant for Balaji Saga’s and left pursuing it)

But whenever I sit through these over heard/preached moral stories, which has been pushed below my ears occasionally, I start Yawning [ Yawning is a natural phenomena: Yawning is associated with tiredness, stress, overwork, lack of stimulation, or boredom] – yes it bores me and that’s why I abhor it.

Nah, I don’t run from realities I have my own logic to such logic’s. I know it takes a fraction of second to destroy things which have been made in due course of time. We invest years together to build something and it takes just one second to break it, destroy it, and bury it.

I have my own bunch of questions to the seaside moron’s who cry over the sand castle destroyed by the sea wave. Who asked them to make it close to the sea? Who asked them to make a sand castle in the first place? You chose easier means to make a castle; the raw material used was the one which is easily moldable. You chose the convenient way to built it and conveniently it gave up to the very first wave of the ocean.

There is no point crying over spilt milk and forget about crying if you did not learn a lesson or two on it, it’s a shame on your part.

So stop consoling yourself which “old phrases and idioms” I–know-history-repeats but we are the one who make it happen.

Halt your horses here! The horses of blames which you prefer to ride on incessantly. A ride which blinds your vision , and gives an easy lease and a right to lash it on a lag in speed. Probably a wooden horse carved with your own blood and toil is a better ride. For it will carry the smell of your own sweat and will be more dear to you– it might take ages but that’s the only one which will last for AGES.

You chose now..!!

Fry - De !!

Cheers!! Its Friday again, my endless wait for my gang to pick me up from the office forced me to scribble something. Only if my city blesses them with empty roads they will be here soon whatever may be the case i have stopped hating my city for this. She is nowhere different from her siblings. (On the other note I have 1000 justification to hate things/people) As a human we have justification for everything, even to fart from 8 holes in my body (now stop counting and read further) don't be over curious it includes piercing as well.

Well well well, I too don't know what I am writing. Feel a little short of thoughts which are habituated of loud music every Friday by 8:30 PM. My mind fails to concentrate on any one thought, reminds me of my school/college days. Oh-those-sweet-carefree-young-days. Young days ?? my mentations take a pause what the hell made me think "I am old"? Is that so? No, NOT AT ALL in bold letters (why it's hard to know-accept-digest the TRUTH) If I stand in front of the mirror right away and gaze myself head-to-toe, the checklist begins with my copper gold hair, red flashy canvas shoes, crushed jean as low slung as the imagination can take it , considering the fact that showing butt age is in vogue and a black 'T' with a silver patch on the back which reads "YOUNG".

To add on to my weird confessions enters nick's precisely Nikita 27+ female with her pony growing almost on middle of her head and the earring hanging below the shoulders and two nose rings fucking just one nose-hole. My curious mind and shameless tongue couldn't stop and I littered "you look like chameli" what's wrong?. She was awestruck. Thanks to my fortune my Saviour was a table which separated us and she has to fly like some super-lady to slap me. "Can you chop of your tongue" she shouted.

Don't worry, she is a cool headed babe (we still call each other dude/babe's reason concluded in the end) she smiled and said this is just to feel a little younger than usual.

All these intellections made me realize, what occupies most of your time today is our trails to look young. Why are we closing our eyes to the most obvious fact? Everyone age and we aren't alien. But how the "X" generation kids like us are also bothered being old.

We are headed to close by Pub and we will be discovered stepping onto those young school-out lads shoes soon, who have grown much before time and their libido transmits fasters than us.

Does dressing up young helps !!:P

Fyn I can't Rhyme!! So?

"I am very creative" she blinks thrice and rambles the same line again." I can paint; did you notice the Ganesha painting when u visited last? "Ganesha" ?? Was she referring to that orange and red blotch on the front wall, which looked nowhere near to the Poor God also?? I mean am sure Ganesha must be cursing his luck on such a preposterous suggestion"!! She was disappointed with my confused face.

She continued "When I left my dance classes, I started painting. Dance wasn't my passion but my best friend Rachna wanted me accompany her and it wasn't that expensive in Kolkata so I agreed." Dance?? Even walking straight was such an effort on her part considering the duck like stride. It appeared as if she was thumping the ground in search of some treasure.

I gulped the last sip of over burnt coffee at Coffee House in Kolkata. But "Last" is not the word in her dictionary. She continued "I wanted to learn singing but papa was Sunidhi ki tarah sabki kismet nahi hoti". But my whole point was when I can write poems humming it in my own voice will be another advantage". Was she mentioning her raspy baritone which appeared straight out from the Ramsay Brother's movie , and made me feel queasy.

She added. "Oh I missed to get my diary of poetry" .Thank God ! For the small mercies. Great I exclaimed within, though I never believed in supreme power I don't know, I did a silent prayer in His Glory. No problem some other day, "Kinkini" we will be meeting next week as well – I consoled her. I was mistaken, I wasn't that lucky. Hey I have saved few of them in my cell phone which I forward to Rachna and Souvik, her eyes shined with light on her discovery.

And I wasn't lucky she started

"Dil ki aarzoo mai tera naam naksha hai,

Jise mai bhul nahi pati tu wahi shaksa hai"

How is it? --- She had that hopeful puppy kinda look in her eyes.

Yeah too good, how did you manage so well?

She looked more than satisfied with the compliment. Areh its simple you just have to rhym "naksha" and "shaksha" (I wanted to say "shaksa" nahi sucks hai big time SUCKS)

I wish there would have been an Airhostess guiding me with Exit door in that over crowded "Coffee house", people go gaga about. In the age of Café Coffee day /Barista's she chose Coffee house because that's a creative place. Creative?? What that has to do with Coffee. I desperately needed a break from Poetess/dancer/painter/singer "Kinkini majumdaar". But she wasn't ready "I am very creative and I am planning to write a book". I could imagine myself in my future profession of promoting my wife's book on probably some rhyme or Bengali food recipe. The nightmare shook me and I knew my answer of this marriage proposal.

I pulled my wallet out and paid the guy without even the bill and involuntarily volunteered to drop her back to her Baligunge house. Though I knew I cannot manage to grab cotton at such a short notice and I have to hear her rhyming all the way.

For a change, I was right. We covered the distance as expected and my thought process started of these self canonized people with creative bone. Who know all possible things on this earth with "C" factor in it. Have you ever seen non-creative people boasting about anything even they know so many things which they are good at still they don't talk about it. Do you think we would have ever improved if our scientist would have left experimenting and started painting, singing?? Forget all that answer, would you be sitting and reading this if "Adam" and "Eve" would not have mated but painted in the jungle?

Faking Orgasm!!

Okay!! I did tell 1001 things which i thought defines me, summaries me, and than i shoo away when someone ask if I have the “same address”. Rushing in something and getting out with a drop of a hat is a cakewalk for me and something "I" as a Human has an expertise in and preach others too. Then the very next hour I speak history about how I-love-being-alone and repeated-to-death that same old "i-am-a-loner" and "they-don't-deserve-me". Next day I can be found chirping in pain for "Same pinches", "hey-i-have-a-problem-too" kind off people and hanged myself in their neck till they gasped for breath. Later lamented on “I could have known my limits” and shed few tears too.

But story never stops, if i am so good at being alone and "no one-deserve-me-scenario" why am I back on hunt ?. Why I keep removing myself from networking sites and then fishing for new people with 10 different id's to cling-on. What’s that hide-n-seek game of blocking-unblocking people, haven't I grown yet?.

“What do we want?” is the biggest oppugn. Why do we get into usurp business "i-am-like-this", "i-m-not-that". Why do we have to get into something like this?.
Be whatever you are, you aren't giving interviews in relationship, where the person in front of you has to know everything and you have to ensure of orgasm a well.

Have realized the trouble exist when you try to impress everyone, when you want to sell yourself, when you over judge yourself and then suffocate yourself to live up to your expectation.

That's where you end up lying to cover up asses and impress other and above all 'yourself' …. Honey sometimes you have to fake orgasm. Learn from her.

FKick -off !!

welcome welcome- curtains up !!

Time to show whatever i know. audience have been talking about BloGGing. Publishing publicly your mentations and frustrations some nuisances some blabberation. I am link the crew too. How good i will be able to sell here, what i could not to my comrade (hell-o-u-thr-paisano)-mind-incertitude and i zipp up my lips.

Halua - till someone read and ask me to piss i will surrogate what lyf assigns me to communicate.