Jan 26, 2008

First Love

It was love at first sight. We(a friend and i) were shopping at brigade road, walking around with no specific purpose, with an ice-cream cone in one hand, shopping bags in the other, we stepped into yet another shop laughing joking and being merry, thats when i saw her......

She was dark, yet she had that radiance about her, she wore a metallic grey outfit that seemed to adorn her magically, was adrenaline clouding my eyesight or was i looking at a queen?And the best part was, this was not going to be some look-fantasise-forget experience, my friend actually knew her!! He hastened towards her with a smile, I naturally followed suit . He had met her at the same store 2 weeks back, co-incidentally, and had been acqauinted with her.

She seemed to be the star of the show somehow, people were crowding around her, was she some kind of celebrity? i wondered. Up close she looked fabulous. As my friend introduced me to her, i realised that beneath the looks and the aura, there was a soul, in her i saw a possible "best friend" other people were said to have, she was very friendly, acessible, easy goin . I was spell bound and dazed but was sane enough to get a contact no.

There was nothing else i could think of that night, She was in my dreams, I woke up thinking about her, I wanted her, every bit of her, she would complete me, assist me,entertain me and i would give her power, friendship, anything she wanted! I would buy her any acessory, any enhancement she wanted, she would be mine forever and ever.

A couple of days later, I met her again, but this time i would take her home, nothing had made me this excited ever, on the way home, i told her everything i could think of, i just couldn't shut up, he re-assuring silence only spurred me on.

When we reached home, i carried her upstairs, Boy was she heavy! but weight was never a criterion for me, i never had liked the slim sort. She was all i wanted. When we reached my room i hurriedly divested her of all her adornings, i lifted her up, placed her on my table, and we connected at a level we never had.

At this point, your either thinking "Well..something is fishy" or hoping for a scene out of The Original Sin, nothing is fishy and its not angelina-banderas style action, but it was action all right,i turned her on, i stroked her all night,increased her volume, tweaked her to perfection, and i have been doing all this and more for over 4 years now . My HP pavilion t430i desktop computer is undoubtedly one of the best thing that ever happened to me.

So this is a tribute to "her" . She's just not any computer , she really is beautiful, she has still not died on me, has stuck with me through viruses, worms, She's been my avenue to another world. Rock on baby! Papa loves you loads

Isn't she HOTT?;)

Jan 21, 2008

Being a MAN

Recently i went over to my good friend rahul's house to catch up on the past year, re live the past joys and ponder upon the fast approaching future, Our conversation chanced upon the latest aamir khan starrer 'Taare Zameen Par' , the tale of a dislexic boy who discovers his potential.

For those who are unfamiliar, the movie is known to be a tear jerker, for even the most stoic of men, But not for Rahul, of course not, his insensitivity is legendary!

"So, vivek did you cry during the movie?"

Rahul asked with a glitter in his eye,

I had cried a bucketful, even the little girl who sat next to me was staring, and offered her hand kerchief, i returned it after wiping my eyes and blowing my blocked nose, she strangely threw it away, very strange, but coming back to the matter at hand, Rahul would pull my leg for ages if he came to know the truth.

"Dude you crazy? i don't cry! i'm a man" i replied defiantly. Somehow my half hearted reply didnt even convince me. Rahul was not gonna let this go. I had embarassed him often enough, he finally had something on me, i had to find a way out.

"Don't lie, Your eyes must have filled up with tears atleast" he shot back. Was he there at the theatre? Did he plant that li'll girl to catch me in my weakest moment. Did he videotape the whole incident. All manner of thoughts raced through my head. Should i admit it and plead for mercy? Should i book a ticket out of bangalore? Run while i had my pride intact?

"Of course not, i was yawning throughout, damned kid got dumped in a damned boarding school. why should i cry?" My nerve had thankfully not given way. Maybe this battle could be won. Maybe i could still walk with my head held high. Die another day!

"Okay your throat must have choked atleast"The man was onto something, he could smell a rat, and was playing around like a cat playing with its prey, before going for the kill! I should give up while i still can i decided.

"Fine!! My throat did go dry, thats when i reached for my neighbour's pepsi, But i did not cry" I gave way, maybe he would go easy. i hoped and prayed.

"So you choked and did not cry. Like a typical man! There is nothing wrong with crying yaar, its natural, only a real man would cry, Try crying dude, it helps, You feel way better after you let the tap in your head flow, you'll feel much better" Rahul ended his little speech with a pat on my back.

This from the man who was the tower of insensitivity in school, the basketball playing mindless brute, who didn't even bat an eyelid when he was last in class 11 along with me. The man who sent his dog away and visits her during festivals(Thats another long story).

Life had changed my friend. Wholesale changes!!!

Or had it? maybe he was putting up this macho act just to save face with me.We were playing this double act all this while! and hiding our true sides, our true feelings!

I'm not gonna conclude by asking everyone to show their true sides and not to go with whats "cool" .Rahul and i had shitloads of fun playing men while we were still boys, The fun making and abuse has no parallel . Twas just a funfilled chapter in the picture book of life, you can paint it in any which way you want .

As a boy i painted like a man

When i became a man

i look back at the paintings of boyhood

trying to 'be a man'