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Thursday, 10 July 2014

I Asked her," SHALL WE GET NAKED", She said,"PODA CHERKA"

We were sitting together with her arms around mine, and my arms around her. She was talking about something about her argument with her best friend and as usual like an ideal boyfriend i had to listen to that stupid stuff. But with each passing moment i was getting horny...i was getting those erotic feelings... because she was with me…so close…so near and her body odour………her smell……..damn was so seductive...that i could not resist myself. I was caressing her hair, kissing her forehead, i was trying my best to console her but she was going on like a tape recorder. She was un stoppable and here I was getting an erection. The torture was getting unbearable for me but she was like lost in her own world carrying on with her story that how her best friend is acting like a bitch and how mean she is and all that stupid stuff…useless talks…………I couldn’t even dare to say,” will you please shut up” because after saying that she won’t even allow me to touch her. So I couldn't take that huge risk. Suddenly at that very moment, came an idea, a great idea that could save me this torture.

As soon as she finished her Ramayana, she asked me,” baby what I did was right naa”. I said,” ya baby, of course…and chill dear, everything will be alright, she will understand you one day, don’t worry, she will understand, stop worrying…I am always with you”. She said,” Thank you….so much and hugged me tightly”. I thought of kissing her and took forward my lips. She stopped me midway and said “hmmmm no, not today…I am in no mood”. I was like,” shit man”. I felt like killing her best friend .

I then said,” ohh mood is off..hmmmm”.
She said,” yup”.
I said,” you know the story of adam and eve naa,”
She said, “of course I do”
I said,” you know why were they thrown out from the garden of eden”
She said,” ya because they ate the forbidden fruit”
I said,” No,baby… the fruit was just an excuse…the reason was something else..”
She raised her eye brows,” ohh really, so would you kindly update me with the info”
I said,” see before eating the forbidden fruit, Adam and eve were naked and after eating the fruit, they wore clothes, it angered God and they were thrown out of the garden of eden”
By now, she was staring at me giving me a startled look and her lips were getting broadened ready to smile.
I continued,” so baby, I was thinking….shall we get naked and fulfill God’s wish…like…I mean if you wish so….i promise…..we can make a paradise together…..”

She said,” poda cherka” 

and burst out laughing….and I joined her…..we laughed, laughed and laughed…until we got tired….until our lungs gave up…..

It was then I realized more than kissing her, it was her laughter, her happiness that gave me more pleasure…….

But then i realised, Kiss is also equally important so i lifted her face, brushed her hairs aside, i was feeling her breath, those heavy breaths of lust...i could feel that, i took my lips forward and she closed her eyes and we kissed......and a beautiful moment happened.....

Well poda cherka is a malayalam word and it means get lost boy....he he he he

Monday, 7 July 2014


Oh my Lord my christ in the holy bible verse MATTHEW(5:44) you said"But I say to you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you. 

Now how is this actually possible when every time you forgive, your enemy comes back just to destroy break you into insult you. You keep forgiving but they are adamant to destroy you....Lord what should i do...should i wait for them to destroy me...every time they make a mockery of me should i stay mumb....should i stay quiet when they insult me.......

Lord in Luke 6:29 you say,  If someone slaps you on one cheek, turn to them the other also. If someone takes your coat, do not withhold your shirt from them.

If someone slaps me, and rather than hitting him back if i show him my cheek, he would think i am weak. He would punch me hard...he would kick me....beat me till i am half dead just to show that he is so powerful than me. He will vent all his anger...his frustration on me....would you like that injured me who is crying with pain....would you like that.....I KNOW YOU LOVE ME....

If someone takes my coat away.....if someone takes my shirt away...what would i wear lord...i would be naked and the world is cruel....they will mock me for my nakedness....

Lord you suffered for were insulted...people spat on your face....they striped were to made to wear a crown of thorns...they put a heavy cross on you....and made you walk with it......until you fell down tired and exhausted.....they pierced nails into the veins of your hands and legs.....they crucified you....they crucified you Lord for no reason.......

but i am not great as you o christ.....i am not you...i cannot be you.....i am a sinner...a mortal man who would die someday and then i would be there with you in heaven.....but till i live....give me the liberty to hit back those who hit treat bad all those who do the betray disrespect people who are not worthy of fight with those who try to mess with me for no reason.......

because i may get angry at times....
there may be times when i would lose control....
when my mind would burst with rage....
when my heart would stop loving....
when i would turn selfish....
when my actions would turn ugly.....
because i am just a mortal man...
a sinner........


Dr. William jones was a great surgeon. One of the best In his fields. He was a life saver and had saved many lives from going into the mouth of DEATH but he was an atheist and never believed that there was an all powerful being called God. He never left any opportunity to ridicule God, to make fun of people who believed that there is God above.

Every time Dr. William Jones did a successful operation, he used to write on a black board, " God is dead " and he used to put his signature below it.  He did it consistently to show off that he is the Saviour not God.

One Night he was travelling back Home, he met with accident. An unknown entity came in front of him and to avoid a clash, he turned the car towards the right only to be crashed into a nearby tree. He kept bleeding...he kept shouting for help...but on that lonely road there was no one. Blood was flowing profusely out of his body. So was his life......He died on the spot. The saviour of many Lives could not save his own life. When in the morning people gathered around his dead body......there was fear on the faces of everyone who looked at the death body........because beside the dead body was written.......

William Jones is dead and below was a signature of God himself.

Wednesday, 2 July 2014


The very first time i saw the trailer of Ek Villain, i knew i am definately not going to miss this one. It was a must watch for me. I Don't know why but something was attracting me towards this movie. The curiosity of what is the story,who is the villain and its melodious songs made me crazy for this movie. And after reading the review of Mohar basu from, i knew that i cannot afford to miss this one. I finally Got some free time and went with a friend of mine to watch it this monday .

The movie even though was not upto my expectations. It was the same case like if i say i expected 80% in my exams but just got 75%  but still you are happy with your marks. I liked the movie infact i loved it. Brooding anger, depression, pain of being insulted, violence, darkness, love, romance, the urge to do something for your dear one, Ek villain had it all especially those deep dark emotions that we all have deep within ourselves. There is a beast in all of us. There is a killer in all of us.

What i specially observed in the movie was,


A man wants to be a hero to a woman he loves. He wants her to respect him, value him and accept him as he is. If she doesn't its not good for his mental health, he loses his will power, his confidence to do something. For men are actually children by heart who need love, care and acceptance from you......hope women out there are understanding my point. So next time you are annoyed with your lover....please don't nag instead just go ahead and kiss him and say politely," Baby please do this for me" and he would gladly do it for you.

And if you don't heed my advice and continue with your nagging behaviour, then someday you will meet a psychopath killer and he will chop your head....ha ha ha choice is yours...JEENA HAI YA MARNA HAI... 

A SPECIAL NOTE- This days i love playing with screwdrivers while thinking of her. 

I too would love to kill some one.....i too wish to be a serial killer and i guess my ex would be my first victim...Ha ha ha ha ha....wild


Well first of all, i really don't understand this debate of traditions and modernity because neither am i a strong supporter of  age old traditions neither am i an activist who boasts loudly of modern life style. 

I just want to say one thing and that is live life in your own way, in your own unique style. God has made you different from others, so follow what your heart says. Why discriminate habits or customs of being old or traditional. If you like something, do it. Why think about what people would say. Your life and you are the boss buddy. Wear what you want to, Value things that you like.

Its not about traditions, its not about being modern. Its about you, your life. Ask yourself "THAT WHAT I AM GOING TO DO, DO I ACTUALLY LIKE IT". If the answer is positive, go ahead and do it. Never try to copy others, bring out your own style.

Like sometimes i feel is it necessary to cut a cake every time when we celebrate a birthday of someone. We can try something different like cutting a tandoori chicken or a pizza but we won't do it. Why ? may be because people are too lazy to break customs.

The dowry system came into existence just because we all have a bad habit of copying each other. During earlier times, The rich used to give of money and gifts to their son in law and his family because they were capable of it. It was a way of showing off their wealth. But this habit of the rich transcended down to the poor too. They started giving dowry too even though they were not capable of it. Slowly with time, giving dowry became a tradition. And now it has become a menace. It has became the biggest reason of female foeticide and i don't think its doing any good to the society.

Do things you are capable rather than doing things which may destroy you in the name of tradition.......Traditions are made by men not by God almighty and you really don't need to follow them if you don't want to.

your life style is your own choice. People can influence you but you must have the last say. 

Most of my friends are into hardcore gyming now. Gyming is a huge craze among them. They are swelling their biceps and burning their belly fat. They like it, so they are doing it. I don't like gyming so i am not into it. Rather i love doing yoga, cycling, jogging and walking. Its my way of staying fit.

So being traditional is your choice...
being modern is your what you like....but just give it a thought that whether what you are doing is RIGHT OR WRONG....What you do should not harm the only concern you should have....

Tuesday, 1 July 2014


She came in my dream when I was asleep, when I was at rest with my eyes closed. When I woke up in the morning, she was not there, I searched her, I searched for the dream in the sheets of bed, under the bed but she was not there. I cannot believe it- Just a moment before she was here, so beautiful, so real and suddenly she is not found at all and there is no way to find her.

She only appeared, she was not a reality, she was just a dream. I got awake and she disappeared. Nothing happens to the dream, nothing happened. It was never there in the first place. I was asleep that’s why she was there. I woke up and couldn’t find her. Simply the girl disappeared and there seems to be no possibility to find her. There is only one possibility, If I fall asleep again only then only I could meet her….May be in my dreams…..Because months have passed by after we broke up.....but i am not able to get over meet her again is not love her again is not possible...

Monday, 30 June 2014


I am
weird and broken

I wonder
if I have real friends

I hear
the insults that make me want run

I see
my friends leaving me one by one

I want
to smile more naturally

I am
weird and broken

I pretend
to be okay

I feel
lonely as I see everyone pass by

I touch
the scars on my heart that never seem to fade away

I worry
that I'll be alone in the end

I cry
when I feel lonely and i feel as no one cares

I am
weird and broken

I understand
that you're worried

I say
"I'm fine"but in reality,I'm not

I dream
that I can finally get friends that will be my side,and not leave me in the end

I try
to make friends but they all slip away

I hope
that people who aren't on the internet will finally see through this facade

I am
weird and broken....