‘Proving a Point

Today, as we sat in the canteen for lunch, a colleague came by an joined us. She’s a pretty, sweet, and intelligent woman and so, we were not offended when she asked for permission to sit down to lunch with us.

Well, thereafter, as usual, we bitched about work, about the company in general, and about project managers in particular. The conversation is really not worth mentioning here. It was dull bitchy stuff that any worthwhile employee keeps running into and proceeds to run with.

Anyway, while we were at it, this colleague mentioned something that has stuck in my memory. She happened to mention that she was not all that into spirituality but she has been dabbling with texts written by these modern self-styled gurus.

She told us she was reading a book by Deepak Chopra and he had mentioned something about approval – or the lack of it.

“So,” she said, “I am not all that spiritual, but that guy said – you know – do what you want to and don’t look for approval. I think that’s best and I seem to have adopted that principle. I just don’t bother to be approved by people.”

Approval. That’s what makes me miserable day in and out. I want to be approved by other people. I want them to nod, smile, and approve of what I am doing. It’s pathetic I know. But then, pathos seems to have been the order of my life since God knows when!

I think I need to put an end to this whole cycle of approval that sits rather comfortably in the scheme of my thoughts. You see I realize even my thought process has incorporated approvals!

I need to get out of this, really. It’s not what I ever want to be remembered for.

Published in: on April 14, 2011 at 11:34 am  Leave a Comment  
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‘Ail Work!

Sigh! Double sigh! Triple sigh! And so the train of sighs goes. I am so so tired, I think I am beginning to envy the receptionist! There’s just so much to do and hardly any time ever.

You see I work for  content company and that entails a perennial stream of small changes, big changes, moderate changes, few changes, many changes, several changes, and another truckload of changes every other hour! Not like I want to do this. This happens to be the only way a writer can pay for his daily bread in this part of the world!

The other less attractive option is to freelance, which – come to think of – is not quite a miserable alternative: I can:

  • Work when I want to.
  • Refuse work when I don’t like it.
  • Excuse myself from attending weddings, christenings, etc, etc,  since “I’m freelancing and I don’t have the time and I have a deadline.”
  • Easily holiday for a week because I decide when I want a break.

The downside of this entire dreamy enterprise is: Work is inconsistent in coming to you and consequently, your bank balance fluctuates worse than the lights in tiny villages in Vasai Road where power cuts and voltage dips are the order of the day and night.

So then, what should I do? Do I let this dragon-tailed guttersnipe of a schedule eat into my bones? Or should I show it the door and welcome the wrath and acerbic comments of my parents and relatives?

Time – as Someone said – will tell!

In The Altogether…

I feel very sexy today. I want to strip and stay naked.  It’s a sexy feeling – staying naked. It’s as if I have decided to bloom in abandon.  It sucks me into its depths and makes every pore of my skin come alive.

Perhaps, I will stay naked today. I just have my Calvin Kleins on anyway. It takes merely a second to get rid of them. Nakedness sure is bliss. And erotic too…

Published in: on May 7, 2010 at 4:26 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Thinking About it All

If I could do away with sex and its consequences, I would have been a better man. You see I am caught between this desire to be completely devoid of sexual desire and this temptation to accept sex and regulate its effect on my behaviour.

I think you can call me  a sexual man. The time I was sexually active and had sex with men, I ensured I had sex at least once a week. The men were fun – naked and sexy. We would moan and sigh with passion writ large on our bodies. Oh man! Those were heady days – frolicking for hours on the bed, licking each other’s nipples, sucking mutually, and making love to each other; yes, those days were positively hedonistic. And I did have a streak of longing in me then. I longed for a partner to be with me forever and not go sleeping around.

Well, that did not happen. The men always wanted to have sex with someone new and since I did not know the ropes to foil such sexual antics, I would feel hurt, feel used, and then go sleep with other men. In the end, I turned out to be just like the men I deplored.

Then – one fine day – something happened and I began to be repulsed by my behaviour. Consequently, I stopped it all. And it has been like that for a while.

I do get these impulses to just get out and go sleep around with men at the gay bar. But decency has the better of me now. And I don’t let myself get carried away.

Yet, a part of me longs for nakedness, for some raw uninhibited sex, for some loving, for some intense sex…

Sigh! The Fallen will never leave you in peace, will they?

A Little Reflection

Day at work, day at work! I don’t understand what adjective to append to day at work. I can use ‘tough’ but then so is everyone’s day at work. I can use ‘boring’ but then when it isn’t? Let’s leave it as ‘day at work’. I think bereft of a description is exactly what my life at work is!

Published in: on April 21, 2010 at 8:42 am  Leave a Comment  
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The Haul – Part II

We were in the bedroom – naked. I had my palm near her bum. My legs entwined around hers, trapping her spasms as I gently but surely pushed my fingers into her vagina and stimulated her.

She gasped, I caught her mouth with my lips and so, felt the gasp in my mouth. Oh she was a naked sexy erotic babe that night – yearning for more of me, curling her fingers in rapture as I entered her and feasted on her breasts…

We made love like this for an hour. I did not want to let go of her body even when I tired of the act. She is dumb, true, but she is one hell of an erotic being a man can hardly resist…

Time sped by and so did the night. The stars warmed up into position and the night insisted on becoming blacker by the moment.

Jane was spent. I could see that. She slept with her mouth hung open, legs apart, and love bites all over.

I was spent too. So, I bit into her nipple – her right nipple – wedged my fingers into her bum, and fell asleep.

I’d have to deal with the emotional baggage later. But at that moment, the sex was all that mattered. And it mattered enough for me to overlook the fact that this siren of a ‘haul’ knew not what to talk at any given point in time…

Published in: on April 20, 2010 at 6:31 pm  Leave a Comment  
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The Haul

“So tonight then?”
“Alright. Your place or mine?”
“Mine of course. I have the satin you want.”

And so at 9:00, Jane walked into my hall. I wanted to switch the lights off and paw her breasts the moment I seen here there in that negligee of an evening wear, but I staved off that urge.

Instead, I smiled, took her in my arms, and said: “I am glad you made it.”

“Of course, darling,” she cooed in my ears as my lips ran down her neck, “I wanted to see the satin!”

There are women who are silly and there are women who are – to put it bluntly – dumb. Jane imbibes both those qualities and makes it a point to show a third: of saying the wrong thing almost any time.

There I was, pressed close to her warm and luscious curves, wanting to get the feel of her skin and make love to her. And all she remembered was the satin!

Well, she is a blonde anyway. And blondes – by popular opinion – make great bedfelines. I hadn’t come across anyone who spoke of their intellect. Oh some did – they told me that that species had none.

So, I sighed, shut my mouth, and began to undress her.

She has a body that’s supple. Squeeze her arm and it feels like a soft ball of warmth wanting to lay itself on you. Her navel makes me a desperado. I had seen it once when her shirt had flown with the wind that rushed past the taxi-stand a week ago. It was deep, shapely, and breathed a seduction of its own as her naked stomach matched its moves.

Here it was – that navel, that sensual piece of her body that invited my lust inside it. It was for my eyes that day and I let my finger rest in it. She jerked back, and caught my neck in her throbbing palms. I let my drool flow down onto her lips and then sucked it from there. And as I did so, I ripped her gown off and ate her lips…

To be continued…

Published in: on April 20, 2010 at 10:01 am  Leave a Comment  
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Unto Thee I Lift up My Soul…

At times, I feel rather sexless – as if I don’t need sex at all. And some other time, there is this urge – not commanding in its nature, but persistent merely by its presence – to strip naked and play with my penis as I bring in a naked girl on the bed in my head…

Men I did try it with. But well, men don’t do it for me now. It’s the women that arouse me and make me gape at them, at their breasts, at their luscious curvy behinds…

You see this is supposed to be lust – and hence a sin of no small measure – according to the Catholic Church. And the Church insists on marrying if one burns in, and burns with,  such desires.

I don’t want to marry. I have slept with men and women usually  - at least the ones in India and the ones I know – will never be able to reconcile to the fact that their husband was a homosexual at some point in his past.

Now where does all this leave me? Rather what does all this leave me with? Well, I can always join the priesthood, but I don’t think myself worthy of that position: Serving the Lord needs absolute purity of heart and mind and soul. I cannot vouch for that kind of purity in my being.  I can always sleep around, but that again is a sin I want to get away from.

There’s masturbation: That too is a sin. Sigh! It’s tough being a Catholic. And strangely, that’s not deterring me from being one either.

I really don’t know how am I to deal with this explosion of conflicting priorities…

Perhaps, the Lord will help me sometime soon…

Notes during a Break

Sigh! Another day at work. Seems like I am working here for an eternity. I began reading Jane Eyre on my way to work. The book’s nice and does keep me riveted with its flow. For a novel written ages ago by a woman who hardly left the churchyard in which she was brought up, it’s amazing that it can hold the attention of the reader even to this day…

Published in: on April 20, 2010 at 5:30 am  Leave a Comment  
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Inner Conflicts

As I write this, my feelings hover around the border of sexuality and are, most probably, to cross into the land of asexuality.  I think I have spent my sexuality in its entirety. Sex doesn’t excite me – except occasionally. Perhaps, that’s the normal manner in which one is acquainted with feelings of sex: occasionally. I don’t know. It seems so mysterious. I don’t seem to fathom the appropriate amount of sexual hunger I am supposed to exhibit.

Probably, this is a second awakening of my self!

Published in: on April 20, 2010 at 5:18 am  Leave a Comment  
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