Friday, November 14, 2008

Quenching the thirst of love...

I had traversed through the heathen realms of this asphyxiating world… I had crossed the seven seas of obstacles of this universe but my attempts in search for you went futile as it were. I had been failed, completely derided off my objective; mocked and trampled down upon by this cruel world. They laughed at me at my utter failure; they made fun of me at our separation. I was in disdain, left without grace or any supplication for survival. I am lost, o love, ‘coz this world has failed me, and has leaded me to my failure… I have been searching for long and yet devoid of your heart-warming countenance...

In your search, my love, I have been kicked and butted everywhere. Disgusted and frustrated, I have been thrown away and shown the door at every place I went for help. I have not been spared of single cause worthy of humiliation; yet don’t worry my love, I will persevere throughout. The flame of love that burns inside me will either immolate me, or incinerate this world at large. Our love shall lead this blind and uninitiated world to their destiny. Our love will pave path for them to realize love’s power. Our reunion will once again create history, as it creates every time we come together… don’t be in vain my love, I’ll tear down the three worlds apart, but not rest until I have finally laid my eyes on you.

And then whilst I was crossing the sun baked road of communion of the life, I saw you across the borderline and once again the thrill pounded my heart. Once again, my lips went dry in your thirst, and my throat screamed, willed to drink the immortal elixir through yours. I started to cross that golden hued street of rush, which had stopped suddenly to witness the marvel of our union!

But then, O my goodness, how bloody cruel can the creation be, because it sent the red wagon to carry you away from me, and once again we were separated in spite of being so near! I shouted in despair, I exclaimed in helplessness, I ran, I ran and ran behind you feeling you wanting you needing you yearning for you, yet still unbelievably away from you, so away yet so near, my fingers inches away from your neck, yet time and speed making a mockery of me again, and rushing ahead and ahead creating a void between us, a void I unsuccessfully kept on trying to fill, yet still maintaining to keep myself as distant from you as ever, and running and running I feel the scorching heat burn away the world, tear apart the land and redden the rust laden skies from which no tears of hope were ready to fall and cool down the aggravation of its child. But still I had to keep up with you, as fatigued and pained I was. And keep up I did, and still loitered in my ache, my throat burning in your desire, my heart melting at the torture of our distance and my lips thirsting for contact with you. I run and halt and breathe and exhale and sweat drop falls from my chin and Splash! it makes as my feet thumps on the blazed concrete of the road and pain sears through my sides and world starts to blur and things start to fade and eyes start to water but feet don’t stop because of passion of your ardour and the perseverance finally yields and you, my beloved love, my overflowing bounty of nectar in famine, my prized elixir of existence; you finally come within the grips of my hands!!!

And then I throw away the cap shrouding your lips from me, and finally I am able to feel those delicious rims of your smile, as the joy of your drink flows into my mouth.

Yes, Mangola never tastes better than when you are in real thirst of it.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Justin is a girl!!

Just a few days ago, I got enrolled into my second year of Degree College, and within some days I got know this very pretty girl in the next class, who was in my year.

I had first seen her in the library, and then after a few casual glances exchanged; I was introduced to her by a common friend.

Oddly, her name made me go into a funny bit of nostalgia, not because I knew her previously, but because I knew a hilarious incident related to her name.

She said her name was Justin…

My childhood days were great adventurous times. I used to spend half my time outside the house in some or the other way. My mother used to find excuses to keep me off the house in some pretext or the other, the prankster and tazz-like whirlwind that I was! Sometimes I would be sent for extra curricular activities, sometimes to recreational classes. And this way in my first twelve years, an attempt was made to make me a jack of all trades! I would be sent to singing classes, and also to calligraphy and fine arts courses. I would be trained for dancing and also every weekend, I would be made to don a white robe, tie a long, loose and weird belt on my waist, which had to be tied by some weirder knots which I never figured out how to do myself. And the place in question was the weirdest; my karate, or as the instructors there used to prefer, my martial arts classes. And man they were full of peculiar incidents!

A particular one which I vividly recollect is the time when we had been taken to their bi-annual field trip of a week at Panvel.

Now at such times, students, or rather ninjas from all the branches spread in the city, would assemble together. Special training would be given by the top notch echelon of the institute and even the higher degree examinations (yes, believe me, they used to conduct paid exams!) would be taken over there.

I remember that the hall where we used to be trained and practiced was a tad bit walk away from our dormitories, and these bloody heartless twitches would make all of us, the young (I was twelve, and there were people younger than me!), and the old, up to that huge hall, which we had termed as room of echo’s, on account of the rebounding sounds issued in the place.

Now we were all organized in these strict files, and assigned partners randomly, in a way of order of standing. Usually people of the same class got to partner themselves, but once or twice, because of the serpentine queues, you could end up with someone really unknown. And that day I had.

Now I was twelve at that time, and naturally, hormones had not kick started their activities in my body as yet; and hence my affinity and amiability towards girls was hugely restricted. And particularly, I did not like ending up paired with a girl on the to and fro rounds of the room of echoes (you would have to hold their hands!! Eeesh!) Thus I was fairly relived that day, when my hand was held by a slightly intimidating guy who looked some two-three years older to me; having a crop of hair that seemed to be hacked off in a brutal fashion which didn’t suit him. There also came a sort of a subdued and delicate vibe from this person, as if his exterior frame was just a deception and he actually was a very frail and kind person. Even when he held my hand, there was this touch of frugality which tip-toed on the border of being feminine!

“Huh! What bozo!” I thought. “Cant even hold hands with the pre-requisite firmness!” To compensate for his weakness I strengthened my grip, to give a signal; be a man, hold tight!

He looked quite astonished when I did this, as if to say I had no etiquettes! But he spoke nothing, and just turned away his face. I thought I saw something reddening in it, but didn’t pay attention. I was in one of those jovial moods when I wanted to talk to everyone around, and I would have chatted him up even if he would have been a stone.

“What’s your name, by the way?” I asked

“Justin” he replied without turning away.

‘Justin’ I thought. ‘Cool’

“So Justin, where do you come from?” I cheerily asked, trying to sound extra care-free.

I think I missed my mark, because he looked more and more uncomfortable. The grip was progressively slackening, and I thought he was trying to sidle it off. I reinforced my pressure, and this time I distinctly saw him turning sunset red.

“Vile-Parle” he mumbled, hoping, I think, that that would shut me out, and slacken my grip. It wasn’t so although. If anything, it made me more curious.

“So that means you must be under Jugnu sir! How is he?” I asked.

Jugnu sir was our district head, and of all things I knew about him, he taught at Parle was one sure thing.

“Fine” he replied, his tone degrading to mortification.

What was making him so embarrassed, I thought? Was he one of those weirdoes’s that my friends were discussing previous day, who behaved peculiarly towards other guys, I wondered? Dunno. But this item is particularly strange…!

I gave up the idea of continuing my conversation with him, thinking it would not be fun. As it is we reached the hall in another minute, so my mind drifted easily.

Next day, as I trundled back to my dormitory after the evening session, I overheard the conversation of my two seniors. And their conversation was about this same guy Justin.

“Did you see her, man… damn sexy, huh?” one asked the other, his expression almost drooling. These were some just-turned-seventeen year olds and I guess had their hormonal activity going on in strong force.

“What? You prefer tom-boys?” the other one replied.

“No man, I mean her hairstyle is not so great, but did you catch the figure? Dude…” he replied, his voice dreamy, as if he was into some un-mentionable fantasy.

Thinking that these big dodos were misled, I decided to correct them. Unfortunately.

“Are you talking about that Justin who’s got that colossus height? The one who looks like he can knock the wind out of you, but can’t even kill a fly? Nah! He’s a guy.” I said, feeling I had brought enlightenment to two foolhardy idiots.

They stared at me for full two minutes in astonishment, wondering, I guess whether I was a human or not? Admittedly, at twelve I was lot smaller than them. That should have intimidated me, but it did not. I felt a strong sense of arrogant superiority. As if I was some super intelligent, big brained know-it-all and they some petty laymen. Stupid, idiot, foolish me.

Then suddenly they both burst out laughing, and my arrogance turned into chagrin. What was so funny?

“You got to grow up before you talk about girl’s kid” the first one said, pulling my cheeks in a rather un-innocently, reprimanding way.

“How will you know, you tho might not even be getting arousals!” the other guffawed, and gave a victorious high five to his partner, as if he had made a match-winning slam dunk! And then they moved on.

Next day I decided to scrutinize that guy/girl properly with my friends. When we were standing in our usual parade line in the morning, I and my chums minutely observed him/her.

I was aghast! He was indeed a girl! What am I speaking, she was indeed a girl. She was having this curvaceous body that would have put any normal guy to shame-of-suicide. Again I was laughed at and more humiliatingly, because it my friends this time who did so.

I was completely subdued and morose after that incident for a few days. I decidedly vowed never to use my big-useless dung of a brain. Apparently that trip was spoilt.

But on the last night, when there was this party thrown for every student to have a time of their lives (although it was preferable to stay asleep, the management and arrangement was so pathetic!) this girl Justin accidentally got just behind me in the queue for dinner-buffet. It was my turn to turn red and avoid things this time. She however had something else on her mind.

After she loaded her plate (I scurried off with an almost empty plate, to locate a deserted, Justin-free location), she caught up on me and smiled a wide smile.

I was taken aback at first and didn’t know what to respond. Strangely, I could still see only a guy in her face. Or maybe it was because I did not look anywhere below her eyes. But there was a strange glow in them, almost as if winking. She wanted to acknowledge my ignorance and stupidity. More importantly, she wanted to let it pass off. She wanted to absolve me of any guilt or shame…

Justin was a girl… But more-importantly, she was my first girl-friend.