It was 8:00 AM and it was late.
When the backup alarm of 8:00 AM went off, Chhaya sat upright in the bed and frantically typed ‘Lavasa to Magarpatta’ on Google Maps. It read 2hr 34 min. The Sales Forecast Meeting due at 10:00 AM looked evasive.
When we had bumped into each other at the coffee machine on Friday, the plan was to spend the Saturday night in the serenity of Lavasa. But, flings are tempting. Sunday was much more beautiful and the night equally exhausting. Now that we had overslept, Monday hadn’t started off as planned. The only option was to make a dash for office.
Monday traffic is an unpredictable factor on Pune-Mumbai Expressway. However, the most concerning factor was our attire on Monday than the traffic. The company policy was to strictly attend office in a business attire or ‘formals’ on Mondays. We were in the same casual or ‘informal’ clothes which we wore to office on Friday. There was no time to stop over at our places and change to a business attire.
“Let’s attend the bloody meeting first. Get dressed.” I took a decision handing over her white top & denims. “We could reach in the nick of time if we didn’t stop over for anything. Not even tea.” A peer pressure loomed but it wasn’t of much importance, “Guys are going to notice us…damn!” This point had to be covered. “HR को तुम संभाल लोगी?” I asked tucking in my collared t-shirt in my jeans.
Chhaya didn’t answer. She was already annoyed that we were late. Struggling to wear her top she said finally, “Boss…, HR को email तूम करोगे। Let guys speak the f*** they want to. We better reach on time for today’s meeting.” A bold Chhaya said. With one swift action she pulled out her damaged bra (or whatever was left of it). Shoulder straps were snapped and it looked like a Chinese lantern with the cups still in shape. My heart skipped a beat when she disposed it off.
‘Is she going braless to office…?’ I asked myself. By the time she got dressed and ready to leave, it became obvious. She was going braless to office. Was it Chhaya’s confidence or practicality or stupidity? I don’t know.. but it made sense. Nothing was visible as such. Besides, we couldn’t loose another second if we had to reach office on time.
Before leaving the Lavasa apartment, we exchanged a parting kiss. I am alien to braless culture! She was quick to impart some management wisdom between parting liplocks.
Bra-straps and Rules will break someday. The challenge lies in handling the situation once they snap.
To be continued…
Mitthu was a nice boy from a good family. Unfortunately, he lost his mom at 16 and dad at 17. “He’s a boy, he’ll manage” his relatives said.
One fine day Mitthu turned 18. Relatives said he would become a MAN then. There was no difference… yet. He boarded a bus to visit his only cousin and celebrate.
Mitthu was the only passenger who didn’t have a seat on boarding the bus. Common sense prevailing, Mitthu occupied the only vacant seat left in the bus. He Ten minutes into the journey Mitthu heard a rude female voice: “चल… उठ यहाँ से…Get up!”
A girl in her early 20s ordered him to vacate the seat. Mitthu had occupied the seat which was reserved for ladies. The unrecognisable sign stating “Ladies Only” had evaded him too. Obeying the rule, he decided to get up. But female voices started passing remarks,
“Parents are to be blamed too. Can’t they teach their sons some manners?” said one voice. “Today’s girls will teach a lesson to such people” said another. The remarks made him think. The remarks also made him a rebel and a mysognist.
He said to himself: My parents didn’t have time… But they taught me something valuable. They always said:
“Take a stand for righteousness”
“You’re pregnant?” He asked the lady who had ordered him to vacate the seat.
“What…???” She was alarmed. “Of course not! Who are you to…”
Mitthu didn’t allow her to complete. He replied sharply “A fit young lady can stand in a moving bus, just like I would. The Indian Constitution believes in gender equality, so do I… and so should you. I’ll get up from my seat when I reach my destination. Stop being a bully.”
The female brigade went silent. All remarks STOPPED. Mitthu had reached his destination. He had become a MAN. He was going to speak up against harrassment, especially by women.
Enough of #MeToo
To be continued…
Alone in the gym, we were staring at each other through the mirror. It had been over 5 minutes. “What do you want?” I broke the silence. “Look Manisha… I haven’t signed up for this, alright?”
“Am I FAT, Yuvi?” She asked sternly
“I’m not your instructor to give that answer” I replied, eyeing her. She was 36 but she wasn’t ‘FAT’ as such. Breasts neatly packed, her wet cleavage was proof enough. Her waistline wasn’t bad either. There was a bit of flab, but that’s fine at 36 years. Manisha had very shapely legs though. Her body hugging suit and those legs had triggered an erection many a times! Only today, I needn’t go to the washroom. I stood there watching her. She wasn’t really FAT. She was a sexy.
Tanya and I had our moments after the gym. Be it kissing, foreplay, blowjobs or even a quickie. The time limit was 30 minutes however. Tanya had made a strange request today. She wanted me to do it with a much elder Manisha. Bewildered, I had agreed without knowing what was in store! Unfortunately, it was going nowhere, even after 10 minutes. I desperately wanted to pull it out and masturbate, at least.
She watched my boner which was protruding inside my sweat pants. It was awkward! You like this lady…, but never had an intense and full blown erection. Now that I had, it was not feeling right. I started concealing it with my T-shirt only to be stopped.
“It’s ok…. Don’t cover” she said, with breathlessness in her voice watching me act. “My husband doesn’t get it now. I… I want to only touch…if you don’t mind” Manisha said touching herself. My heart sank. It was 20 minutes already. If I stop now, my manhood would subside to normal in another 10 minutes. But continuing foreplay would…
Before I could complete with the calculation and tell her, she turned around and….
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Two artists perplex me – Mouni Roy and Kevin McNally. I wouldn’t cast either for the roles they’re known for!
Joshamme Gibbs as Kevin McNally.
Kevin is a great theatre actor. First Mate Gibbs in POTC wasn’t great choice. I’ve even grown a beard like Gibbs to get an answer to my WHY Gibbs!!!
Tulsi to Naagin, Mouni Roy – WHY?!
Mouni made herself a brand of Indian tele. Best suited for negative roles, she grabbed the opportunity of Tulsi in KSBBT. WHY Naagin now???!
Nonetheless, both are artists and they have undertaken all artistic challenges with their roles and rocked them!
It’s absolutely fine to have sexual desires. Flings or one night stands are are not a disgrace. Enjoy your personal space and relax….
There’s no algorithm fot flings like in relationships. It’s intimacy. It doesn’t mind if a girl is pretty or she’s attractive. A good guy rocks the bed in a fling. That’s it. You have a separate guy to rock your life. That’s in a relationship. Explore your sexuality, being romantic, being lusted, being touched.
Why are flings sidelined? It’s the same as being in a relationship, only it’s not love. It’s lust. If a friend with benefits is offering you his or her sexual benefits. Why isn’t it declared???!
The friendliness of Friends have earned them the tag of ‘friendzoned’. If you aren’t Friends, not even on Facebook, yet you’ve caught each other’s attention, what are you waiting for?
Friendzoned isn’t going to help.Be Flingzoned…!!!
In September, reading blogs was based on analysis than content – thanks to Blogchatter’s campaign – My Friend Alexa! It was like staring at numbers.
It’s a good campaign. Increases visibility of a blog and author. Every blog climaxes with same words like:
“I’m taking my Alexa rank to next level with My Friend Alexa. My Alexa rank is: Global – 885,233. Rank in India– 85,233”
If you have an analysis, why read the blog?! Read the title and jump to the climax – The Alexa rank. If it has dropped, then read the blog. If not, then switch to next blog…!!!
Marketing gone wrong hits! I know this blogger who tweets unchanged Alexa rank despite writing ‘n’ number of blogposts, sharing, linking and what not.
Hey blogger! Quality matters over Quantity. Rank and age are numbers!
What is it that do you want to do? – Face the wall and analyse these numbers OR live life with beautiful words?
(This blog is written on a lighter vein on My Friend Alexa campaign as promoted by BlogChatter. Numbers are important too!)
The instant inspiration to write this piece was another campaign as promoted by Tina Basu and Mayuri – #FridayFotoFiction
“Why was he was in managers’ party?” I asked Aditi and Sakina on returning to the table after dropping him off to an OLA. “He’s not your muse. He’s not even your ‘Friendzoned’ guy.”
Aditi ignored the question. Drunk and cruel, she commented, “You gays look cute – holding hands. He doesn’t speak much. But you could’ve declared you’re gay”
“Bisexual…!” Sakina corrected counting an encounter.
“Neither of us is gay Aditi. Have you ever asked why he doesn’t speak much in office? Do you have the slightest idea of the issues he faces back home, Sakina?? Is this how you manage resources???” I asked both female managers in a voice loud enough to be heard by the Director attending the party.
“Let’s discuss this on Monday…” he said coming over. “Yuvi, get Kaizad along.”
Instantly, I messaged him:
“Congratulations! We’re promoted…!!!”
Written for #FridayFotoFiction promoted by Tina Basu and Mayuri.